The young Supreme was strangled by his father's own hands. A coming-of-age ceremony allowed him to return to the path of a warrior.
Beauty has turned into withered bones, and sages have become bloody. The wailing wall of the Killing Realm, the roar of the demon incarnate in the heaven; the ethereal land that once again dominates the world; the people praying to the gods in front of the shrine...
As the final moment approaches, the thousands of worlds that are filled with people's hearts can only be dyed with blood, and dyed with red blood, to frighten all directions.
"I am fighting against the world alone, not because I am against the world, but because the world is against me!"
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