The End of Winter Is Coming

Blood fills the entire miracle. You wake up from the desolation, with sticky blood all over your body, and in your hand is the last sword of the apocalypse. The rain instantly wetted the silver robe on his body, and the dark seawater spread, and layers of corpses rolled in with the waves. The continent was deserted, and the scattered people were constantly begging for the temple. The huge statues were full of pious and greedy mortals kneeling. You walk through the wide streets, and all the buildings are destroyed in an instant. The statue gradually opens its scarlet eyes, and its sharp fangs are like sharp daggers. He is the last god, the only hope for the end of time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.