In the painting forged from coagulated blood, a young man sat languidly atop a field made of corpses of every kind.
The beheaded, the shot, those cut in half at the waist, the charred, the strangled, the poisoned...
Countless bodies were stacked layer upon layer, as if they had covered the entire world.
The young man's smile was sinister and excited, as if he had finally discovered the true meaning of life.
"I will destroy the world."
He said.
Shen Feng's brow furrowed. He stared at the bizarre image, certain that the person in the painting was supposed to be him.
His current appearance had been altered by the Nanomechanical Cluster, and it was further obscured by a mask and hood. These Spiritual Children, abducted by the Purification Society, could not possibly know what he looked like.
Unless they had foreseen future events.
'I will destroy the world?'
