Fallen Stars

Flying to the sky and escaping from the earth is no longer a legend, moving mountains and reclaiming seas is no longer a dream. This is a bizarre world, a world where the weak and the strong survive. The remaining clouds cover the sun with a scarlet color, and the sky is full of blood from the self-willed killing. The resentment of the past cannot be given up, and the mountains of white bones are under his control. I will use your heads to pile up a mountain and tell those who offend me that if you hurt me a little, I will slaughter your whole family.