Allan is sitting in the dark forest of death, hanging his head over a small stream that carries people's skulls far away.... Allan is the god of destruction, everything he does not touch dies, collapses and will never heal again… Allan never liked people. It's not because they're bad, but because they're going to die sooner or later because of him.... One touch and...! Allan continued to look at the skulls, thinking about something ... and suddenly he heard a slap from behind. Someone has entered another world again