What is the blank memory, the thing you are waiting for? The dejected sadness, the persistence of never giving up, despair? No one can defeat it. You proudly piece together the broken memories and embed the last fragment of memory. What you see is, The fate of a thousand years of reincarnation? The mystery of the fragments, the appearance of the seven realms, the seven angels of the dark night, the awakening of the devil, the race of gods, the truth of the war to conquer the devil... What I see, the confusion, the hatred? The hope? The responsibility? The courage? The protection? Trying my best to protect, every failure. The struggle of hope, in order to protect, for that blank memory, my heart is in chaos, even if I hate it, what I think is arrogance, what is left? No, don't give up, hope, it is the devil, not the god, it is the god, not the devil, god? Devil? The determination to cut off the hatred, the hypocritical world World, deception, lies, killing, don't know, who to believe? No one believes it! It's blurry, getting more and more confused, should we despair? Desperate laughter, heart-wrenching despair? What can still be seen, what is worth protecting, that little bit of hope...