The Final Bell of Doomsday

The eighteenth toll of the bell swallowed the world's last light.

Beneath the endless night, Tian Li had once watched helplessly as his little sister was torn apart by the “Smiling Scarecrow.” Fear had nailed him to the spot.

Driven by revenge, he teetered on the brink of life and death, deciphering one bizarre [killing rule] after another.

Now, he stood before that scarecrow once more. The noon sky was lightless, and all was silent.

The bloodstained blade of the rules slowly rose, reflecting his calm eyes.

“So it was never you who tore her apart.”

“It was the fear I fed with my own hands.”