The earth's fire churns, turning everything around into the topography of lava volcanoes, just like a warship girl who has been heartbroken.
The trashy admiral can't stand it, she erupts with her.
If they can't be together in life, then they die together.
The Prayer Lighter thought with such decisive resolution.
On her body, the exposed skin, blood-red sheep eyes flickered with an evil light.
The Mother of Fertility silently watched everything, her gaze as gentle as a mother's, full of mercy and love.
Look, Dorothy, the warship girl you personally created now wants to perish together with you.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death; love and hate, resentment at separation, and unfulfilled desires—all sentient beings suffer.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.
In this sinful world, ignorant and dirty sinners are always like this, easily swayed by emotions, the only lesson they learn from past experience is that they never learn any lessons.
