This is a multimedia webnovel with giant city-crushing monsters, a valiant man who dares to fight them, a hero who loses himself on a righteous path, and a darkness which conceives a profound love. But I suck at descriptions, so I strongly encourage...
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"I've always thought that the northern ocean is the most beautiful place in all of Agrideī," whispered the voice in the tempest.
Though his back burned with a continuous pain, Hatasuko twisted his head to the right and stared at the ocean as he sailed on by. The flatland of Agrideī's northern coast was bumpy enough to trigger the pain in his back every few seconds, but the sail-rana still worked better than walking. As he dealt with the pain, he looked over the starlit sea and watched the weak waves crash into the sand. With every wave that fell, a small cloud of steam lifted into the air. Because of this, Hatasuko and his two tired friends felt the warmth as they traveled to the west.
"Even with all the waves and steam, the water reflects the sea of stars in the sky. You're right, Sokaido; this is beautiful. Thank you," Hatasuko answered back.
"It's a harsh world out there. We need to see beauty everywhere we can find it. It's like a single piscileo trapped hidden in the ocean. You just have to fish for it!"
"Sometimes I feel like my whole life is a campaign to find the light in the darkness. A storm of screaming souls roars on in my tortured mind, but it's also the reason I'm determined to end misery. I have been touched by the darkness and cursed with an infinite realm of agony, but I've somehow sustained my sanity. I guess that could be called beautiful," Hatasuko said back to Sokaido.
With her hands on the steering wheel, Vaida tiredly twisted her head and checked to see if Hatasuko was awake in the backseat. When her good eye fell upon him, she closed her eyes and smiled. As the sail-rana charged on by rolling with the wind, Hatasuko looked at his quiet friend and realized that she epitomized Sokaido's words. She was stained with scars and anguish, but she was still more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. He reached out with his bruised right hand and gently ran his fingers through her hair. She flinched as soon as he touched her; her eyes flew open at first, but then she smiled when she saw his hand. There was a warmth in her eyes as he pulled his fingers through her damp hair. The sail-rana started to veer slightly off course, but even this slight deviation alarmed Vaida; Hatasuko took his hand out of her hair so that she could straighten the vehicle. The sail-rana shook and shuddered as she straightened it out, but once this was done, she turned her head and gazed at Hatasuko again. He could see a nervousness in her eyes. Both her blue eye and her dead eye glanced down as she spoke.
She asked, "Could you touch my hair a little more?"
Hatasuko smiled and lifted his hand once again. Though his stomach rumbled and his back ached, he combed his fingers through her dark hair as the sail-rana rolled on. Hatasuko glanced beside her and saw that Lazaro was only a short distance ahead of them, though he was fast asleep. She kept her eyes closed as he pulled his fingertips though her hair, gently massaging her scalp. A faint redness enlivened her cheeks.
