October has been a good boy in the "Holy Abyss" organization for eighteen years, just because he awakened to the most mysterious undead magic in the last days. The leader touched his head and said, "Children, your twelve months are the hope of saving the world." It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday that October saw January to September, who had been drained of consciousness, kneeling in the sacrificial circle like puppets on strings. Only then did he understand - what kind of saviors, they were just sacrifices for the leader to open the door to the devil's world! October, out of control, ushered in the endless pursuit of the remaining eleven "brothers and sisters". Want to kill me? October sneered and tapped the undead scepter: "Sorry, my rule is... The dead are easier to use than the living." From then on, in the end of the world, there was a crazy tyrant who hunted in reverse with the undead natural disaster! The leader panicked: "Retreat quickly! He surrounded one of our bases by himself!"
