Death Moon and Cold Bee Record

The blood moon has not yet risen, and the world is dead. In the Death Moon Valley, the swarm of Han Jade Bees was furious, buzzing like thunder, like screaming, but also like begging. The old iron sword trembled slightly in the young man's hand - not from hunger, but from fear. Because it knows that what it faces next is not a person or a sword, but fate. The waning moon buzzes, cracks open the stone, and blood-streaked dark seeds are waiting to devour the soul.