"Ah! Ah! I gaze at the sun in the sky, I see the cocoa trees crashing down, I see the reversal of noble and base! Sacred blood flows everywhere, the humble moth people rise high!... Ah! Ah! The end of the cycle approaches in darkness, it is the twilight of all gods, the doom of the Divine Descendants! Demons of the volcano rule the land, without the sacred priest's guidance, the world of death is about to arrive! Endless crimson, endless sacrifice, skulls piled into hills, corpses converge into an ocean..."
"Oh! The world of death?"
Xiulote gave a cold laugh, the killing intent in his eyes was terrifying.
Watching the dying struggles of the priests of the Holy City, he felt a sense of pleasure arise in his heart, and a smile curled at his lips. However, it was far from enough, far from enough!
"That was my dearest relative, the person who personally taught and raised me in this world... Now, he is dead, dead here... All of you must be buried with him!"
