The long night has come, and the blood moon is in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flowed on the street corners, and brass steam engines spewed blood mist.
Your brain is singing, your eyes are singing.
The skin is chapped and the granulations are raised.
In the gray mist, the wall of flesh and blood that swallowed thousands of corpses howled all day long.
"Don't cry, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
The lonely Gou Planner, the number one player, the savior of the Misty Continent, the head of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve Righteous Gods, the King of the Pioneers, the "Justice", the gatekeeper of the fourth natural disaster, the uncrowned god, the great Annan kindly persuaded.
