When fantasy tears apart reality, only deep blue remains forever.
I woke up from the river of doom, half of the sword hilt sleeping in my palm.
This is my own gift, the wildest dream I have spun for myself.
Now that the world has gone crazy, I will use this dark blue to cut a bloody path.
If you don't have enough points, kill people to get them; if you don't have the skills, just fight to keep fighting.
When everyone is fearing and fantasizing, I just want to ask——
What could be more enjoyable than tearing myths apart with your own hands?
