The final song of the Illumination Era sounded with the sound of war drums and horns in the distance, and a cluster of comets with crimson bloodstained paw prints tore the sky.
When the gods come before them, even death is not relief. That night, there was lightning and thunder in the Pantheon, and there was a majestic rain of blood. When this white, ancient, and elegant world suddenly collapsed before our eyes,
Shi Ao erased his achievements from the long river of history and disdained eternal life;
Qinghuang faced the rain of blood, shattered the golden gun, and fought with God, "I would rather be nothing than Caesar"
Shakya, on the other hand, turned around without hesitation when he was halfway to becoming a god;
They were all loyal warriors, moths fluttering their wings next to the burning faith, standing at the top of the sanctuary and looking down at the good and evil in the world; their love was like a prairie fire, burning and annihilating a wilderness without leaving a trace.
Intention: Selfish love is more powerful