“When demonic clouds devour the last floating island, the Celestial River begins to flow backward, swallowing rotten stars. The Seven Fairies' brocade of clouds wraps around the corpse of the Howling Celestial Dog, stretching taut beneath the blood moon like a war drum made of human skin. When the drum sounds, every surviving spirit amid the ruins of the thirty-third heaven lets out a shrill laugh in unison. It is the first cry of a new era.”
