The Monstrous Things Die When They're Killed

In a world overrun by the uncanny, human lives are worth less than paper.

I’m an uncanny being too. What will you do?

The immortals are sanctimonious, the gods are false-hearted. Who cares about this mortal world?

If Heaven stands in my way, I’ll cleave it open. If Earth tries to trap me, I’ll crush it beneath my feet.

I’ll scour the land of demons and evil, my sword cutting down the immortals in a single stroke.