The moment his ambition was disillusioned, this man who was once a flowery jade was dead.
Let there be light. So in a flash of thought, people fell into demons, no matter how the flesh and blood of their loved ones flew.
At this moment, I remembered the dio's "I'm not a man anymore" in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure! The continuous grievances and hatreds turned into indelible obsessions.
How can that black lone wolf face the stigma of his life on his neck every time he feels like hell?
Only the last roar is made towards this god, even if there is no chance of winning, the spear of revenge has to be raised towards this windmill.
where is the road?
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