There is a cliff on the top of the mountain, and an old monk is sitting on the cliff.
People at the foot of the mountain call him "Kuya Monk" because he has been sitting on the top of this unknown peak for three hundred years. His body is the same color as the rocks due to wind and rain. Looking from a distance, he looks like a rotten stone.
On this day, the sky cracked.
Above the sky, a trace of blood spread silently, like a wound cut by a knife, oozing with dark red light. Monk Kuya finally opened his eyes, and his turbid eyes reflected the bloody sky, but he did not show any surprise. He just sighed in a low voice: "The calamity begins at the end of the day..."
