In the middle of the night, green smoke swirls around three sticks of incense and turns into mist. He knelt in front of the case, the tip of his tongue trembling against the taboo true name "Erebus", and the candlelight reflected the loneliness in his eyes - not seeking fame in the world, but seeking the remaining breath of the netherworld and the divine fire in desperate situations. With a dying body, I asked the nameless gods, hoping to use the power of ancient gods to tear the golden seal of destiny and grab a way out in the gap of reincarnation.
