His hands were stained with blood, which were the footprints left by the deceased's hatred for him. Even if it could be washed away, the pain left behind was eternal. In the end, even he himself became numb. Yes, he was strong, so strong that it made people fearful and jealous. He had been on the battlefield for many years and had offended many enemies. He was not afraid, because he felt that it didn't matter where people like him died.
Concept: pure and simple love