The sky is vast, pressing down upon the universe,
Sitting alone in the azure silence, bringing forth the mortal world.
...
This night in Jing Nan City,
is destined to be anything but peaceful.
Some people are dead, some people are still alive.
Some are ignorant and unaware, some are anxious and uneasy.
Before leaving, the mysterious assassin, in a spur of the moment, uttered a closing poem, which quickly spread among the troops.
After the mysterious assassin, who called himself "Apocalypse," strangely disappeared.
Only after repeated confirmation of safety did the Southern King dare to step out from the heavily shielded protection of soldiers.
After stepping out, the Southern King did not dare to return to the palace, keeping a calm demeanor while commanding his personal guards to search for the assassin.
... After all, the more people there are, the safer you are.
Then,
