C214 Black Impermanence and White Impermanence's Lifeending Hook

If the Night Patrol God didn't grasp the situation now, he would have wasted over ten thousand years of existence.

"Old Bastard Yaksha, you're asking for it!"

Night Patrol God erupted in a fury that reached the heavens, his body shaking uncontrollably. The horrific deaths of his 368 clansmen were etched in his memory, never forgotten.

Indeed