I closed my eyes and watched over the dead for four thousand years. I opened them and judged the colors of the world.
After transmigrating into the body of Su Ming, an antisocial painter, I gained the Eye of Judgment and the power of "bones." Emotions are my magic, and the dead are my weapons. Bury a loved one, and I gain a bone. When my colors run out, I will become a heartless monster.
For four thousand years, I have witnessed countless lives and deaths, closing the eyes of every departed soul with my own hands. Then one day, I saved a boy with a golden flame hidden in his heart, and he dragged me into the whirlpool of Tushan.
Holding a peach blossom umbrella, Tushan Rongrong asked me, "My lord, what color am I in your eyes?"
I saw it: the deepest longing in her heart was a tear shed beneath the Bitter Love Tree, where she had waited for five hundred years.
As war between humans and demons flares up again, and my color value nears collapse, I must choose before I lose my mind completely:
Use my last strength to judge this world,
or believe once more, for her, in the meaning of being "alive"?
· The day the colors run out is the day judgment descends
