The Non-Existent Ace of Spades

The wind of a new era opens the curtain of night. This is the era of supernatural powers and mechas, and it is also an era of absurdity and bizarreness. Ambition and helplessness. Justice or hypocrisy. Under this sky, no one is the judge. Friends, in the tide of this era, being a person is doomed to have a difficult future, just like being a torch is doomed to be forgotten. There is no absolute light and darkness here, there is only that delicate gray...