Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Space collapses! As fragmented as a mirror! A finger is like a pillar of strength, emerging from the sky! The soul roared like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, concentrating all the power of the universe like a steel wall to resist this devastating blow!
Every person or monster with the potential to become a god has a different type of laughter deep in his heart. The closer he gets to the god he thinks he is, the more crazy the laughter becomes. The surrounding air seems to be distorted, forming strange ripples. In this endless darkness, the laughter of the soul echoes endlessly, as if it will never stop.
