This is an era of chaos. When corruption becomes inevitable, will you choose to selflessly erase yourself, or become a wicked “leader”?
As humanity struggles through the flood, all it can do is cling to the makeshift raft called “self.” There is no retreat and no room for regret.
Which will come first, death or disaster?
When the truth is finally revealed,
will you be a mayfly that leaves everything to fate,
or stake it all and let your hatred break through your fear…
Disaster strikes, strange realms open.
Artifacts emerge, monsters run rampant.
Above fortresses built from endless roars of despair and countless heaps of flesh, blood, and stone,
a young figure stands in white, lips pressed shut, gazing silently at the cold sun with golden, almond-shaped eyes…
Faith descends. Who is the divine one?
