The modern city with scattered neon lights hides miracles. It is said that the power of Pokémon has turned into a tattoo on the back of human necks.
Wu Shuang is the only "Unsealable One" in this extraordinary era, but he can burn the Phoenix King's divine fire on the pancake griddle.
When the laboratory key of the missing parents turns into an emerald blood bracelet, when the tail flame of the little fire dragon who depends on each other condenses the creation rune——
Twenty-four faction altars awakened deep in the earth's veins, and seven hundred and twenty legendary shadows roared in the neon light.
"The so-called god-killers are just sacrifices for the new gods to ascend to the throne."
The hunters in the shadows licked their genetic suture knives, and the witches of Cresselia showed their crescent fangs under the blood moon.
The young man gripped the sizzling pancake shovel tightly, and the fire dragon's tail flame behind him was burning through time and space——
The trace of platinum light tearing through the night was exactly the last missing gear of Arceus' roulette wheel.
This is the era when the pot of punishment is hidden in the takeout box;
This is the battlefield where Pokémon and humans drink Mengpo soup together.
You will witness——
When the blood of the Creator God splashes on the oily flowers of the teppanyaki,
Ordinary fireworks finally become the sharpest knife in the God-killing feast.
