The beautiful murderous intention is stained with blood,
The man who dreams of standing on the top of the sky is ready to launch the final decisive battle.
The ten blades are gone with the wind,
Who else remembers the painful parting?
The smoke of war was replaced by a brief period of peace.
All the gods of death,
Together with the orange-haired boy,
Sleeping on the pillow,
embarked on a new journey.
(I hope you will support me and provide more opinions. This article uses the original protagonist as a thread to connect the bits and pieces of the Grim Reaper)