I once wandered in the high walls of Lokri, and slaughtered the villages of the undead several times. I should have counted the heroic souls in the Faran camp as one of them. In the painting world, I still remember the scythe of Sister Friede, and that of the unknown king. The sword and spear pierced me several times... Maybe I should have followed in the footsteps of the Sun King Gwen, and let the era of fire continue. But it is too painful to live as ashes. Close the palms, the original fire is in my eyes After staring at it, it finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dust. Looking up quietly, the sun in the sky turned into a flat black hole, and black liquid flowed out, eventually engulfing the whole world. So, who are you? Holding a fruit orange in his hand, Ashes looked at the woman in front of him curiously. My name is Hela... While talking, that black-haired woman pierced me once again with a gloomy expression. GTMD Hela.