Hyperspora: Evolution

A photo, a piece of erased memory deep in the hazy consciousness. He pursued, crossing mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He was at a loss as he stepped into the ruins. A bow can be pulled through gold and broken stone within a hundred meters of the full moon, which is a miraculous skill. A bow turned into a cold blade in close combat. The changes in the string of the bow dazzled him, and when he saw him again, his head was in a different place. Born to fight, fighting to death under the hell, is the whisper in his ears that haunts him... (This book has no system, no superpowers, it is purely apocalyptic writing, leaning toward the dark side, so be careful if you don't like it!)