Demon Seal and Curse God Record

The sword broke and the dragon fell. The night sky before dawn drops the nectar that redeems the wronged souls. The chanting slowly ended, and the roaring had long since ceased. In the collapsed holy ruins, an angel wrapped in blue wings guarded the clear glass bottle in his hand. Reflecting the beating symbols, the residual warmth of the palms of the hands remained, and the green liquid was peaceful in the delicate hands. The blood of gods, the tears of saints. It is a human treasure that contains the aura of peace, a healing holy object that can rejuvenate... The jade-like bird fell slowly. Trusted by ancient prophecies simply because she represents life. A bonfire with no one laughing has lost its warmth, and a fine wine with no one clinking glasses has lost its aroma. Cold armor, rusty. Under the knight's tomb lay a broken shield. The potion that saves the light. To whom will you bring the sweetness of new life?