Look, this world is nothing but ruins.
See, here in this world, it is impossible to tell gods from ghosts.
Listen, even the wails of wronged souls are nothing more than maggots singing in the cesspit of the powerful.
Tell me, are there any heroes left in this world?
Whenever injustice stirs between heaven and earth,
whenever hope has not vanished from the human world,
whenever hot blood has yet to run cold,
a hero will bear a heavenly mandate, ride upon a rainbow cloud, and descend from the sky.
