The heroes of the past, the heroes of the past, gather together at the Wall of Sighs. Sighing about yesterday, recalling the past, the sounds, faces, and smiles are still there. How could a universe explode and be wiped out? We finally see each other, all the past grudges are cleared, we talk happily, the brotherhood is deep, all in front of the wall of sighs, the bad reputation is cleansed.
The roses blooming wantonly, the palace wrapped in thorns, the broken mask falling to the ground, and Abrody finally resting in peace...
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