The Ancestor of Resentment sleeps underground, and no one knows when he will open his eyes.
The filth seeped out from the cracks in the seal, overflowing the glorious steps of the shrine and flooding thousands of acres of fields.
——It's like the dark clouds from thousands of years ago have covered the sky again.
But the fleeing girl asked herself,
Where does it all start and how does it end?
Maybe the answer has always existed, and she and they were born for this.
Walking in the night fog, you are bound to have few companions.
However, the remaining warmth of a bowl of porridge, the shadow of a lamp, and a look at each other——
The most ephemeral things take on weight.
Fate chose them, and they chose each other.
At this moment, she was sure that the road ahead was her own choice.
At the final moment, the stars will shine forever
Intention: fate and choice, death and life
