The night talk is desolate, and the temples have turned to frost.
However, I am so sad that I am smiling like crazy now.
The three lifetimes of your rule are not too long, but I say the grass has withered and turned yellow.
Why? Why? In the end, he was defeated and the world of mortals was vast.
Note: It is narrated in the first person, with other people recalling their lives in other people's voices. The plot is bloody and profound.