"The forbidden god has awakened."
An old man with silver hair wearing a black robe was flipping through the books in his hand. His dark blue eyes glanced at the man in gold clothes beside him, and he spoke with a slightly vicissitude of tone.
"Wake up, there is nothing missing from those things that should belong to him." The handsome young man in golden clothes smiled. His bloody eyes became a little darker, as if he was remembering the young man in his memory.
"Yeah, nothing less."
Intention: Not everything can be smooth sailing
