Twelve temples, twelve gods.
"I'm from the eleventh galaxy."
There is a fish in the North Ming, and its name is Kun.
The artificial glands flow out and the order collapses in an instant.
Blood is raining in the sky, and the gods are coming.
Kunpeng flaps its wings, and the gods lower their eyes.
"Peace is hard-won, choose carefully."
Intention: When he was alive, he spent his whole life learning how to kill others, but no one ever taught him that he could just sit and watch the clouds.
