On the day when the holy fire burned the body, the whole holy city cheered for the demise of the divine evil.
Holy Son Jinyao hammered the bone nail into my wrist bone with his own hands, his silver eyes filled with the coldness given by God: "Lingyuan, your existence is original sin."
I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth and smiled: "Jin Yao, do you know what the biggest mistake of a god is?"
He frowned.
"It's a 'defective product' like me -" I broke the chain suddenly, and black wings swallowing up the light sprouted from my back, "I have a very good memory."
Later, the gate of the black abyss opened under my feet.
The night elves bend their bows for me, the shadow dragons surrender, and the legions of the dead tear apart the holy banner. I stepped on the broken idol to the throne, and the stars were annihilated wherever I passed.
Jin Yao led his army to stop in front of me, but the holy sword trembled for the first time: "Stop... Don't go any further."
I crushed the Holy Emblem on his chest and traced his bloody cheek with my fingertips: "Shhh - you saw me being burned for three hours back then."
"This time, it's me who will burn down your entire world."
But when I really burned down the temple, I heard the cry of the world in the ashes——
It turns out that my birth was never a mistake.
It's the world's last cry for help before dying.
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Intention: When the world judges you in the name of "filth", why not become the rule itself and reshape the dawn where light and shadow dance together.