Slicing of Rationality: The Silver Scalpel Piercing the Chest

Disguising cold weapons as plants is the cruel humor unique to the abyss. When paleness merges with cold rigidity, it becomes a scalpel executing an 'absolute autopsy.'

These are absolutely not bamboo leaves or petals meant for admiration. Having undergone extremely cold and hard metalworking processes, their edges are razor-sharp, ready to slice open approaching skin at any moment. The exsanguinated paleness is merely a feeble camouflage; its base is dark blue-black metalwork treated with polarization, with lines sharp as a knife. Let this silver blade cling tightly to your chest; any hypocrisy and lies that dare approach will be instantly subjected to Lingchi by its radiating killing intent. Carry this killing intent to face the mediocre mortal world.