The Kunpeng of the Northern Sea lifts clouds that drape across the sky, and the waves of the Celestial Lake surge in a furious song beneath the blue heavens.
The black dragon of Edda gnaws at the Nibelung*, and Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, crashes down upon Midgard.
Beyond the starry sky, all the heavens descend.
Myths will be written anew, and heroic epics sung once more.
Ancient sages, Western gods.
This is the age of fools, the fading afterglow of the sages. The song of striking the soil echoes once more atop the tombs of Heluo.
The writing is very good, one million people will become a god! Come on (✪▽✪)
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A good book will surely become a masterpiece