This is an era of chaos. When depravity becomes inevitable, will you choose to destroy yourself selflessly, or become a "leader" who commits evil?
When human beings struggle in the flood, they can only hold on to the driftwood called "self", unable to retreat or regret.
Who comes first, death or disaster?
I really want to be uncovered,
You are a mayfly resigned to fate,
Or give it all a go and let hatred break through fear...
Natural disasters come, and a strange world opens
Artifacts are born and monsters are rampant
Endless roars of despair, on top of countless fortresses made of flesh, blood, and sand,
There was a young figure, wearing a white shirt, pursed his lips and said nothing, only looking at the cold sun with his golden almond eyes...
When faith falls, who is the god?
