Stand Here

Fog locks the city, and strange things lurk. Under the navy blue uniform of Daxia Post, there is a bloodline of guardians that has been passed down for thousands of years - from tiger warriors to postal employees, using the postman as a mask and using specificity as a sharp blade, they carve a way out in the fog of despair. When the urgent anomaly dyes the mail order red, when the Ripper's sharp blade cuts through the barrier, Azathoth's Chaos Sword will drink blood and be unsheathed. Even though the road ahead is filled with endless darkness, I still use my life as a torch to protect the last inch of clarity in the world!