Reborn ninety-seven thousand times, each time it is made into oil residue that lubricates the gears of the world. " > "In this life, I climbed out of the god-burial coffin, tore the Immortal Envoy with my hands, and gnawed through his chain of karma! " > "The furnace of the heart is lit, using the bones of gods as fuel and human nature as flames. They say I am the destroyer of the world? But they don't know that this world is the largest crematorium! " > "Lord of Sorrow?" Fateweaver? Let's see how I, a moth, can chew through your broken net! "
