The ancient horn has sounded, drifting in the tearing wind.
Child, open your eyes, bear your heavy grudges, pick up the sword of crime and punishment, and strike at the chaotic world. This is a road of no return, are you willing to go? The thorns will scratch your skin, and the charming flowers will bewitch your mind. Are you willing to leave?
"Am I willing to leave? Hahahaha!" He roared, roaring to the sky: "I have no way to go, I can only walk on this road paved with blood and bones, kill! Kill! Kill kill kill!"
Gloomy dark clouds came over, and in a blink of an eye, rain poured down from the sky and hit the hair on his forehead, and lightning rushed down like a blue dragon, smashing the earth. The huge whirlpool in the clouds rolled around, and he stood alone on the cliff, sounding the death knell of doom. . .