In 19■■, the world perished.
The void tore the sky, the ancient gods awakened from their slumber, the flutes from foreign lands called for sacrifice, twisted monsters roamed the world, and the seeds of evil were ready to move...
One-third of the human race has died; one-third of the human race has turned into alien shapes, ascending to the sky or sinking into the deep sea; only one-third of the human race is lingering on, with an uncertain future...
But, lost lambs, everything is not over yet...
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"I will not regret dying, nor will I regret being reborn."
"Because I will meet you eventually, all the time I have passed will have meaning."
Intention: to give us a decisive victory.