I had a frightening dream in the early morning, and I fell into the chaos of yellow sand.
There are wars everywhere here, and all the wars are caused by me.
I don't have the power to tie a chicken, but I have the blood of creation that can defy the heavens and change my life.
In their eyes, I am not a human being, just a weapon for plunder.
I was hunted, surrounded, and almost locked into the blood coffin that sucked blood and imprisoned me for eternity.
Everyone wants my power,
He was the only one with red eyes like ashes, who came only to protect me.
From the trembling prey that dare not cry,
To the spiritual blood master who awakens spiritual blood and takes charge of a party.
I have been coerced by the world, and I have also personally ended troubled times.
Some people say this is just a dream.
But who can be sure that our world is not someone's dream?
When I wake up from the dream, I am still me.
But in the bottom of my heart, there is an extra layer of yellow sand and blood, protection and glory.
Intent: The real power is not to plunder and rule, but to protect and redeem.