The dark purple color that is close to black, absorbing all hatred, malice, and desire like a sponge, stirs the lake water into the same color. Under the calm water surface, there are undercurrents, like the calm before the storm. The lake water is quietly waiting for the wind to blow, ready to make waves and swallow up everything around it.
"Ah, it seems that the Holy Grail is about to be filled again, and this time no one will stop the disaster from coming to the world."
"These magicians will eventually be swallowed up by their own desires, ignorance, and stupidity, and the price that follows will be their doom."
"At that time, what will be destroyed along with humanity will be this ugly and rotten world. I will appreciate it all, and I will be a witness to this feast!"
The water of the lake was rolling, absorbing everything around it into a vortex in the center. The crow flew away from the broken branch and accidentally splashed into the lake water. It stopped flapping its wings and fell into the lake. The dark clouds dispersed and released a ray of moonlight that reflected on the lake, like a hand soothing his emotions and calming him down again. The black gradually concentrated in the center of the lake and sank to the bottom of the lake, returning to its former gentleness. In this no-man's land, no one except animals would notice how many times the lake has expanded.
Intention: the choice of morality and justice
