Apocalypse of the Shattered Annals

This is not a fanfic, but a story set in the same world.

[Destiny Paths. Honkai. Sci-Fi. Ensemble Cast. Hardcore Fight Scenes. Irregular Updates]

Time flies, eras change, and conflicts flare across the world as countless factions rise. We have come from ancient times to the predicament we face today. With tensions at a breaking point, how can we find a way to survive?

Now, the arrival of Honkai and the connections between the Paths have reshuffled the cards on this vast gaming table. Whether they are Herrschers, Aeons, or the most ordinary people, any of them could become the catalyst that overturns the table.

Wan Ruiming stands here, gazing across past and present. The conflict between the great-man view of history and the people’s view has made the people’s path all the more uncertain, while the threats posed by Herrschers and Honkai leave humanity struggling to keep up.

He is willing to give everything he has... wealth, strength, courage, even his life. He will turn the Paths into a broad road belonging to the people, one for countless millions to walk.

Unite with everyone who can be united, and fight everyone who obstructs the Paths. His fate intersects with that of countless others, binding their Paths together.

There are ambitious Flame-Chasers,

meticulous enforcers,

kind souls filled with compassion,

and revolutionaries burning with passion.

There are also workers worn out from rushing from one task to another.

From many points of view and in many directions, they are a group like the Moths to the Flame. They all share one identity: practitioners, people who pursue their ideals and travel ever farther along their own paths. When they have accomplished this great feat and look back, they will see graves piled high.

Let us move forward! For humanity’s survival! For the people’s future! Let us fight for everything beautiful in this world! Forward, onward!