The wind blew the gravel from the ruins onto his face. He lowered his head and rubbed the bronze talisman engraved with old patterns in his palm. The temperature of his fingertips was as hot as fire. Behind you are the fading human fireworks, and in front of you are the rushing
The endless river of fate, the water is turbid and yellow, and countless broken lights and shadows are surging on the top of the waves. When he raised his feet and stepped into the cold-lit door, he heard a voice whispering in the dark - there is no return.
Also known as "Fate-seeking No Return"
