I know all the results, but this vacant period of history has become like a thorn in the night. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed and dripping with blood.
In that unpredictable future, even the children of the Supreme Mother of the Sky cannot keep themselves intact. Trust and betrayal, gain and loss are repeated again and again, and even the hollow eyes of dry bones will shed blood-red tears.
When the illusion of peace ends and the black moon invades again, who can break through this darkest hour amid the almost inextricable protection and destruction?