In the apocalypse, truth and falsehood walk side by side.
A frail young man awakens from the darkness.
As he gazes upon this utterly unfamiliar world, one thought echoes again and again in his mind: “Live, live, live...”
The moment he awakens, a scarlet blood-shadow stirs within him. For a hundred miles in every direction, the “Roar” creatures' eyes turn red. They drop to one knee and worship him with reverence, as if welcoming their “king.”
The overlord of the silent abyss
The moody doll
The ill-fated one who controls destiny
Beneath the dusk, the apocalypse endures forever.
