Like death? Or is it death?
I stood on the bell tower, and the huge bell echoed in this gloomy city.
I stood up unsteadily and looked at the devastated city.
Fall.
The howling wind filled my ears.
The huge bell rang again, squeezing into my ears that were originally filled with the sound of wind.
Like rebirth? Or is it rebirth?
I stood on the bell tower, and the noisy bell never stopped ringing.
Non-stop, as if laughing at my pity and ignorance.
Destroy.
A gleaming sword appeared in my hand.
The sharp sword was stained with bright red blood, which flowed along the blade to the uneven ground and towards the depression.