The Final Journey

In the mountains where shadows flow, the undead are ready to move, and the song of hell is already playing; under the spreading thorns, the blood dyes the earth red, and the blooming flowers give birth to new life; in front of the gate standing at dusk, the light no longer exists, and the body of the guardian falls in the dark corner... This is a period of painful practice, an unfinished redemption, and a legend that an Eidolon has personally walked through.