Ruyi Mai Gaoba

Vernas tramples the cracks in the dimension, The roar of monsters is the morning bell of another world. The bone blade cut through the dark mist, and what was splashed was not blood. It's the fear that has been condensed for thousands of years, melting away in the palm of your hand. His armor is embedded with stardust scars, Every crack is breathing - Swallowing the wind that does not belong to this world. The monster's pupils are burning with decaying fire, He drew his sword, and the sword light split open the chrysalis of chaos. It's not a conquest, it's a lonely calibration, The shadow of Vernas overlaps with the monster, Half is the residual warmth of the human world, and half is the coldness of another world. The moment the sharp claws tear the air, He heard the cicadas chirping in his hometown, trembling on the edge of his sword. The magic mist spreads over my ankles, like the tide of forgetfulness, He walked step by step, and every step made a crisp sound of light. The rusty iron collided with the demonic bone, and in the splashing sparks, There are countless unfinished dawns growing. The last sword split the gaze into the abyss, Vernas stood above the collapsing darkness, What drips from the armor is not sweat, but tears of stars—— Illuminating the ruins of another world, also illuminating His eyes were still hot.