A cry shook the heavens, disturbing its inhabitants, and was heard by the people of Earth—a forewarning of the arrival of an unwanted guest. He rode upon a mighty Soros, speeding toward the Kingdom of Bogars at an astonishing pace. Then, with the courage of the Arabs and the determination of the Romans, he leapt from his steed, fearless of death like a Viking, ready to carve his own bloody history like the Tatars. As the saying goes, "How many have perished in the name of love?"
In mere moments, the guest would reach the ground, having jumped from a great height, proving his physical and mental readiness for this sacred battle between love and passion. Could this man, once a celestial being whose smile never faded, truly transform into a ruthless killer in the name of love? That is yet to be seen.
As she swiftly approached the kingdom's gates, she was met with a chilling sight—guards' bodies scattered across the ground. A question immediately arose in her mind: