Dragons: Möbius Strip

The heavy rain that flooded Tokyo finally stopped. The shadow who always loved to hold an umbrella for him in the rain and talked nonsense, left himself clean in the abyss. The little monster cursed by fate stayed safely in the ivory tower, and the stubborn turtle finally shed its heavy shell. Everything seems to have come to a successful conclusion. Except for the weak kid who was used to shrinking his neck, he finally had no way to retreat. He quietly picked up the bloody knife, turned around and disappeared deeper into the night. Ahead is the awakening of the gods, the undercurrent of the long night, and the quagmire with no end. But he must go.