The blood moon rises, monsters appear, the wind and rain dance, and the rocks roll over;
Thousands of ghosts open the way, monsters vibrate, demons march towards the Lord, and the night of mourning slaughters the sky...
A song and a Blood Nightmare Sword revived the world that had been peaceful for eighteen years.
"The Lord of Ghosts comes to this world and will never be restored."
Behind this is not only a conspiracy, but also decades of frame-up.
"The world is not black and white. We already live in a gray area of heavy and light, don't we?"
Intention: What is regret? Look straight into your heart, be at ease and have no regrets.