Born from the ashes of calamity, the hibiscus is pure.
The friendship between masters is a warm nest, but it is also a confusion; the awakening of blood is strength, but also a curse.
The lich cried blood, the three tribes screamed, and the bloody truth unfolded like a spider web. They say that the coming of fire from heaven is a calamity.
In this bloody chess game with heaven and earth as the chessboard and all living beings as the pieces, where should this hibiscus be placed? And when the flames engulf the heavens, who can... Be said to be innocent?
Intention: Under the way of heaven, all things strive to survive; there is no innocence in the eyes of those who play chess, and the common people can be seen in the hearts of those who break the game.