Destiny has already written its prophecies in the blood moon.
When the boy in the mental hospital opened his eyes, he saw the destined parting - the frost will eventually melt, the flames will be extinguished, and even the stars will fall into the eternal night. Those awakened eyes could see through all fates, but they couldn't see through the cause and effect that they were burdened with.
"Why... I am the one who survives to the end?"
The black knife was stained with blood, the divination cards were scattered, and among the wild embers, the young man knelt down and screamed. The chains of the Kowloon coffin rattled, as if laughing at the pitifulness of mortals resisting fate.
But he tightened his grip on the black knife in his hand, his left eye discerned the flaws in all things, and his right eye threatened the gods and demons in the heavens!
"Since this is fate——"
"I will kill this destiny!"
