Divine prophecy descends from the sky, the wheel of fortune outlines the cold light
The dark stars have turned their backs on the prosperity of the prosperous age, and the accumulated karma and evil will rise and fall!
Holy war
sacred legend
The prophecy of fate becomes more certain in the excited golden sound of the tin stick shaking.
Cannot be disobeyed...
Can't you disobey it? !
Who builds the palace gates across both banks of the Meteor River?
He is the god of war who has never been born in the world. He holds high the long sword of flames and wind and thunder, and crosses it with blood and fire in the darkness of ignorance.
Make a sacred oath!
Even if some attachment is destined to grow forcibly under the cold tombstone
In the wilderness, someone shouts his name in a language like a divine song, and can only be scattered by the headwind.
No one answered for thousands of years!
No problem!
Only this holy sword can last as long as time!
