At the moment when the white Other Shore Flowers bloomed, countless memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind.
Through the endless light and years, she seemed to see a white figure tirelessly, numbly thrusting the lance under a blood-red waning moon, surrounded by endless, tidal waves of monsters, with millions upon millions of monsters almost swallowing the entire world.
A blood-red, enchanting heart made the whole world its nest, with veins covering the shattered sky. In the crimson glow, monsters clad in dark red armor advanced, slaughtering all life before them with their hook scythes, chainsaws, and dismemberment knives.
Overlooking the scene, beneath the silhouette of collapsing skyscrapers were dismembered bodies, people toppling like reeds in a fierce wind, with the flames of war illuminating the fear and cowardice of the survivors, and screams and wails of despair deeply etched into the Corpse Mountain and sea of blood.
