In the torrential rain, I opened the sealed Pandora's box. In an instant, it destroyed my life, sending my fate spiraling toward a desolate kingdom lost among the ruins.
A body entwined with insect fire becomes a battleground of nightmares and plague. Hallownest becomes a cage where divinity contends, while the cold rain of the City of Tears scorches my icy shell.
As my heart begins to beat, Grimm's phantom reenacts twisted memories...
What will be born from the ashes: salvation, or an even greater sacrifice?
