When the dragon's blood stained the King's robes crimson, the pale moon also shed red tears. The tyranny disturbed the heavens, dark clouds obscured the sun, and the world fell into darkness. ㅤ That era of peace has ended. Only the silver blade soaked in dragon's blood will flash with a chill as sharp as the grudge of an evil dragon. ㅤ — 「Ritual Dance for the Dead · Onhongimga」

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 〈As the dragon's blood dyes the hem of the robes red, the moon also weeps, shedding crimson tears.〉 ㅤ 〈The tyranny reaches the heavens, and clouds cover the sun, leaving only darkness. The vengeful spirits hang over the whole country; who shall soothe their souls?〉 ㅤㅤ ㅤ