The enchantment bathed in the fire is like the enchantment and beauty of the blood-red Higan flower. It was just a startling glimpse by the Naihe Bridge, but it was unforgettable. On Huangquan Road, beside Naihe Bridge and on the other side of Wangchuan River, I saw a beautiful woman standing among the flowers. The beauty of the city was just spoken lightly back then, but the clear sound lingered for a long time. Many years later, if we ask each other about the oath again, although Yao Ran's voice is slightly blurred, how can we forget the deep feeling.
I separated you, separated your souls, mixed your memories, and threw you into two lives. When the divine seals merged into one, it was when Suzaku was reborn from the fire.
Whether it is the pure white mandala, the flower of heaven, or the bright red and enchanting mandala, the flower of the underworld, when they are combined into one, they can only be the flower of the other shore. It is the enchantment of life, the darkness of death, and the intertwined mystery, leading you to the abyss step by step.