Another great battle has ended.
The cold wind howled across the scarred battlefield, wailing like a mournful cry.
The bright blood-colored moonlight pierced the thin black fog, casting a blood-red veil over the battlefield steeped in deathly silence.
On the Evil Eye Tower Platform, the laughter of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit continued.
It slowly raised its right arm, gazing at the blood-colored moonlight entwined around its battle armor. The light was no longer the sickly dark red of the Waning Moon, but the enchanting red unique to the Waxing Moon, flowing like a living thing across its surface.
"Finally, it has arrived."
Its five fingers suddenly clenched, crushing a strand of moonlight.
Countless memory fragments flashed through the mind of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit.
The taunts, oppression, humiliation from the Player Clan... it was undoubtedly a difficult era.
