This is the street where dead souls wander. And I am the new soul-killing general here.
My name is Yang Chen, a wanderer with fragmented memories. I only remember that I do not belong to this world, and there is only a black exotic dog that has been with me since childhood.
Until that tragic revenge, it died for me, but on that day, I heard the roar coming from my blood, as if it came from ancient times.
They said that my guardian spirit is very special, so special that the old soul-killing general who led me on this road held my hand tightly before he died and left a mysterious warning:
"Keep Wangxiang Street safe, but don't believe any 'truth' you see. Including everything I gave you, including... The 'dog' beside you."
Now, I have taken over his position, as well as this town's obsession of "all souls looking for home", and the sealed ancient altar deep in the middle of the street.
I know the peaceful days won't last long. War is about to break out on Rakshasa Street in the north, and the kingdom organization in the dark is ready to move, and the spiritual realm from above seems to be casting a scrutinizing gaze on my humble street.
But I am fearless.
Because when night falls, my shadow will merge with another form. It will tear apart all invading enemies, swallowing moonlight and malice.
They thought it was just a powerful dog.
They are wrong.
This is my half body, my fangs, my only, first... And last "echo" in this desperate world.
(And none of us have yet noticed when and for whom the third eye, which sleeps in the deepest part of my soul and watches all this, will be opened.)
