On the night of the Ghost Festival, she clawed her way up from hell. The lanterns filling the streets could not illuminate the darkness in her eyes. Revenge? She made a devout wish to the moon.
"I wish..."
"For this land to descend into chaos, its people to suffer, corpses to litter the roads, and flames of war to engulf the world..."
Little did she know that the person who had always stayed by her side was him, nor that he would choose to plunge with her into the turmoil that would engulf the land...
"You don't have to make this choice," she said.
"I didn't choose this. You already have," he said.
"What do you think of this night?"
"Endless."
