If death is the end, tragedy does not deserve to be called a tragedy.
When killing becomes instinct, the body longs for blood, and the consciousness cannot control the body, the tragedy begins.
Weak people become nourishment, and innocent people kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Stop, I told you to stop." Soul roared feebly, but the hand wielding the knife would not stop.
Tears fell from his scarlet eyes, and the person he loved the most used his body to block his steps.
"The world is broken! Do you want to save the world?"
The gods derived from sin are beckoning to you, is it redemption or conspiracy?
But there are always people in this world who don't believe in destiny. I'm not a good person, but I don't see suffering.
"Live, I say live!"
I knew my end when I swung my sword to the sky, but God!
How can you be sure that you won't become a dead soul under my sword?
I am not afraid of life or death, so it is you who should tremble now.
