enemy god

(crumpled letter, scribbled, no beginning of the letter)

You're crazy, Howard, absolutely.

You actually want to straddle the sleeping place of the Sirens and go around to the back of the pool of origin... (A few lines of words have been heavily crossed out)

Do you think targeting the pool of origin would change anything?

The pool of water is evaporated by the never-falling sun, the blood of the people fills the tall altar, the full moon turns into red pupils in the mist, and the fallen stars rise with the scepter again... you dream Bar.

Even if you could make what those fragments say come true, I wouldn't be your only wish.I am with them and I will die with them.

If prayers could be easily changed, I wouldn't be me anymore.

(Following the font becomes more regular, the color of the ink is slightly different)

Thanks to you, the protracted battle gave me long-overdue long wings and scales, and the complete animal pattern has since emerged on my body.I am like a snake that has shed its skin. After devouring everything given by the war, I shed the colorful coat of innocence and childishness.

Then it's my turn to fight back, which hardly takes a breather, does it?Now everyone is hurting each other, it's fair.

I know us in our weak times and our red pupils will always scare you a little more.

Then tremble.

I have no more words to convey to you.This is the last time I write.Perhaps I will still think of you in the future, but I will not write letters.

I will only speak to the wind.

With victory, or with ashes.