A ruined relic. A forgotten age.
A relic of the gods. An archaeological team accidentally releases a fallen taboo.
A sharp cry, and the earth trembles.
A sigh, and the heavens roar.
Uneasy, the team members pushed open an ancient bronze gate. Beyond it, they saw the true world: nameless mist shrouded everything, and boundless darkness eclipsed the light. It filled them with longing and dread.
Because mortals had trespassed into the relic, the world's barrier was forced open. The Great Old Ones awoke from their slumber, and the gods could hardly wait to flee the chaos.
Yet they were all gripped by fear, ceaselessly chanting a single name.
And so, one unknown storm after another, summoned by that name, ushered in a new age.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
It's not easy to live like this in the waste furnace