The Strange Arrival: the Creator of Strange Objects

The blood moon is hanging in the sky, the ruins are broken, the fireworks are gone, and the sound of migrating footsteps is heard across the wasteland. The moment the Kyoto fortress collapsed, the old man in military uniform stood among the ruins, holding the last spark in his hand. The light swallowed up the years, and he looked back, his eyes like a torch, penetrating time and space: "Creator, you can save mankind, right?"