The conspiracy is destroying my homeland. The sun can no longer light up the darkness here, leaving only the deep roar in the blizzard. Murder is hidden in the mirror, the water and the moon. The desire sleeping in everyone's heart is awakened, and the heaven and earth are filled with blood.
I want to stop this madness, but the power of a mortal is too weak after all. Who is willing to help me in the shadow that I can't get out of? If there is no god, how about a demon begging for hell.
I formed an alliance with special comrades and worked together to crush all conspiracies, but the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole behind me, like a puppet falling into the trap step by step, being pulled by invisible threads to pursue it. It was obvious that it was destroyed, and it was impossible to distinguish between falsehoods and lies. Tenderness weaved into an unprecedented giant web, which forced me inside. It was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy inside and outside the play.
In the whirlpool of fate, depravity quietly grows in my heart. I use darkness to trap powerful enemies, use strength and steel to destroy their will, use magic to shape the battle situation, and use light to illuminate myself...
Secrets are born to be cracked. No matter how many secrets there are, there will eventually be a moment when the clouds clear and the mist clears. Looking back, when all the illusions disappear, I find that I have never broken free from the shackles of fate.