God pours out wisdom as golden sand, but makes the world burn with silver-blue fire.
In the legend of blood and fire, the alchemist Oris wore a cloak woven from the stars and tempered the forbidden power from the bones and blood of fifty-two chosen ones.
When those blue lines flowing with divine favor climbed onto the mithril cards, the pendulum in the twilight began to rotate in the opposite direction.
In order to make up for the consequences of this out-of-control power, Aulis sacrificed himself - in exchange for the power that could end everything.
Rumor has it that those cards are soaked in divine blood, and the same prophecy is always recorded in the yellowed handbook: "When fifty-four starlights penetrate the eternal night, the crown of the god will fall into the palm of the sacrificer."
At this moment, the spiers of the skyscrapers were piercing the cumulonimbus clouds, the hem of Luo Ye's black dress was rustling, and the bright lights were cutting through the night like a sword of judgment.
Thousands of playing cards were tumbling around him, and the metal cards reflected a cold light like the cold moon, as if a swarm of startled butterflies were flying through the boiling darkness.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
The two cards tore through the light curtain and floated in front of the caramel-colored pupils. Blood oozed from the thorn pattern of the three of spades, and the corners of the clown's mouth were split to the ears.
His last note was swept deep into the neon by the strong wind, and the moment the heels of his leather shoes tapped against the glass curtain wall, the two cards suddenly erupted with a strange light.
Two cross-shaped cracks exploded in the boiling night sky.
"That's party time!"
