In the Apocalypse Holy Capital, only the lonely throne stands.
The one who breaks the situation has arrived and will be the accompaniment of eternity.
Only it can look at the sea in the distance. The waves pick up the sand and send it back again. It is too white to be true.
The setting sun sets, and the golden color dyes the entire sky yellow, warm and brilliant...
In a blink of an eye, beauty is dyed with vermilion, the sea is made of blood, the setting sun is like a rising red sun, the forest is withered, the branches are covered with bright blood, the red moon hangs, and the other shore blooms alone...
An ice lotus bloomed in front of my eyes, and the devil's whisper never stopped.
Purpose: Hymn to life