无人在意。
A mortal is nothing before the grand design of destiny. You are no protagonist, nor are you blessed by fortune. Without the grace of the chosen ones, your most likely fate will be that of a scorned martyr—doomed to spend your final moments repeating confessions for the transgressions you were powerless to stop. You bled and broke yourself to prove that tieflings are not all hellish mongrels,
yet nobody cared.
The gods never look down in mercy.















