Within the Death Swamp, a Fire Raven streaked across the sky, crashing toward a cliff.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
...
The Fire Raven slammed its head into the cliff over and over again.
The earth trembled!
Every day, the Fire Raven suffered from the soul-devouring curse, feeling worse than death.
At such times, it would crash into the cliff to alleviate the pain.
A figure approached from the distance.
The Fire Raven seemed to sense something and turned its head, its feathers bristling, looking solemnly at the approaching person.
Because it felt that this person was unusually terrifying.
"Who are you?" the Fire Raven asked.
"Don't you even remember me? The dreadful curse has buried your memory, making you forget who you are and living in endless suffering."
The Sky-reaching Great Demon sighed.
The Fire Raven sneered, "I naturally know who I am."
