The firmament split apart, scarlet lightning pierced the Nine Heavens, and a divine halberd wrapped in primordial astral winds cleaved through primordial chaos. A three-headed behemoth trampled the Celestial River, starry debris fell like rain, and a lone hero leaned on a broken blade, his battered armor soaked in the blood of gods and demons. A divine oracle whispered through the storm, bronze chimes shook the eternal night, dragon bones wound into mountain ranges, and blazing flames consumed the Eight Desolations. As the stars went dark, the totem worshiped by all living beings awakened amid the ashes. The gears of fate ground through a thousand cycles of reincarnation, and only the battle song engraved on the bronze stele burned eternal.
