Eternal Shadowmoon: The Final Poem, Seeking an Old Friend Across the River as Flowers Fall

“When the blood moon sinks and the flowers on the far shore bloom, those we once knew are already buried in the eternal night.”

The blood moon hangs in the sky as worlds crumble.

Li Xin grips his bloodstained greatsword. Behind him stands a burning royal city; beneath his feet lie the corpses of gods.

He was once the light. Now he has fallen into shadow.

Ao Yuan returns from the chains of the abyss, his vertical pupils cold and still, the Endshadow Abyss Sword in his hand piercing through time and space.

“He is the king of the old world, and the calamity fire of the new.”

The new king will never allow the old king to live!

The flowers on the far shore bloom, and the dead whisper.

The two cross shattered thrones, divine remains, and dragon corpses, searching for the same answer amid the end of countless worlds:

“Who deserves to live, and who deserves to die?”

Royal power overturned, gods fallen

Heavenly law sets cities ablaze, seven nations wage bloody war

The Black King awakens, Wuthering Waves bring the end of the world

This is a murderous epic spanning life and death, time and space, and cause and effect.

There is no salvation, only the end.