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Undersea volcanoes erupted, tectonic plates shifted, a disaster called the Dark Sun struck, and the Black Death and plague raged. Sea monsters suddenly appeared in the Elster Sea of ​​the Orient, and a whaling ship was sunk. Behind the seemingly simple maiden voyage disaster of the Victoria, there were many bizarre and terrifying stories involved. Alice Letasha: "We drove into the fog..." "Someone is singing in the fog..." Henry Jane: "We sail into the storm..." "Hear the loud call of the whale..." The Dark Ages came, and the status of the church expanded day by day. Satan was burned and followed by witches, and the black cats who traveled between the two worlds were destined to die in coffins. People dedicated their fear to faith, and were swallowed up by faith. The Day of Disaster struck in 1451, and the plate in Renaiou, located in the far north, fell, and the northwest Pest plate fell one after another. To the northeast in 1452, the Rolandhetti plate fell. On December 1, 1452, the southeastern Laertes plate fell. On March 24, 1453, Metlinson, located on the northwest plate, fell and was completely submerged by sea water. In 1453, all undersea volcanoes erupted, and the world was forced to declare a dark age.

The building of civilization collapsed overnight, and the world turned into the ruins of purgatory made of flesh and blood. That night, the world was burning and people were mourning. In your life, is there that kind of person who is not a lover, a relative, maybe not even a friend, maybe someone who hates each other and is a mortal enemy, just because fate has bound them, indivisibly, and cannot escape. In this purgatory that is entering darkness in an instant, and where morality and reality are infinitely separated, how can we struggle to find the right path... Unlimited streaming of rebirth at the end of the world, no cp.

Although the candlelight is bright, it cannot warm the sadness in my heart. The lights of thousands of houses are extinguished like morning stars, and under the lanterns, there are thousands of lines of tears. All the glitz and glamor will eventually become empty, scattered across the vast sea... The man knelt in front of the tombstone and said: Eternal life is too painful... The man stood guard in front of the temple door and said: I sheathed my sword for you, but what awaited me was nothing but desolation. Although there is suffering in this story, there is no right or wrong, no distinction between good and evil, only stance. If we were to do it again, we might fall back into the same old ways, wandering around all our lives, and everything we build is just a flower showing up, a thought missing, but it has become a demon...