"It turns out that the dark night of the ruins of the battle of gods looks like this..."

Looking at the suddenly darkened sky, Snow sat on the bow of the Black Pearl, his fingers gently jumping on the keys, and in the endless harsh babble, he played an ethereal nocturne.

Although he passed through the sea that was shrouded in golden light and filled with sighs, Snow did not do anything to the corpse, or, in other words, he was not qualified to do anything to the corpse now.

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