The Dawn Anthem

Listen to me, a prophecy of the Holy Spirit! O suffering and helpless beings, the spirit of natural wisdom, the light of life, has emerged in an indomitable smile. This poem is from the first part, volume two, chapter sixty-three of "The Chronicles of the Wandering Hero". As the struggle for the Holy Stone reaches its final confrontation, the might of the archangel becomes an insurmountable barrier for the wanderers. Time passes second by second, while the unscrupulous archangel resorts to his final trump card. The world seems to be shrouded in a desperate, dim yellow, and countless beings are about to be reduced to ashes and books before the merciless natural disasters. Yet life always holds miracles, accompanied by sacred songs. When the struggle for the Holy Stone reaches its final confrontation, the might of the archangel becomes an insurmountable barrier for the wanderers. Time passes second by second, while the unscrupulous archangel resorts to his final trump card. The world seems to be shrouded in a desperate, dim yellow, and countless beings are about to be reduced to ashes and books before the merciless natural disasters. Yet life always holds miracles, accompanied by sacred songs. That unexpectedly fragile life appears before people in the form of the dawn spirit, bringing a thread of hope to desperate lives. When the earth is dark and devoid of light, about to dawn, the heart is lost in the haze, submerged in desolation. That unexpectedly fragile life appears before people in the form of the dawn spirit, bringing a thread of hope to desperate lives. When the earth is dark and devoid of light, about to dawn, the heart is lost in the haze, submerged in desolation. The wind is silent, the grass and trees hold their breath, in the vast sky, that faint yellow dawn quietly blooms.

Listen to me, a prophecy of the Holy Spirit

O the helpless and destitute populace

the spirit of natural wisdom

The light of life has already shone through the indomitable smile

This poem is excerpted from "The Record of the Firelight Ranger," Volume 1, Chapter 63. As the struggle for the Holy Stone reaches its final confrontation, the might of the Archangel becomes an insurmountable obstacle for the rangers. Time ticks away second by second, while the unscrupulous Archangel unleashes his final trump card. The world seems to be shrouded in a desperate, dim yellow haze, and countless beings are on the verge of being reduced to ashes and books before the merciless natural disasters. Yet, life always holds miracles. Accompanied by sacred melodies, that unexpectedly fragile life appears before the people in the form of the Dawn Spirit, bringing a glimmer of hope to the despairing lives.

When the earth is shrouded in darkness

Dawn is about to break

The heart is lost in the haze

Submerged in a desolate expanse

The wind does not speak, and the grass and trees are still

In the vast sky, that faint yellow dawn

Silently blooming