This is an epic about "refuse to become a god": when the young man tears apart the glory of the age of gods and the shadow of the devil, what flows in his palm is not the blood of gods, but the warm and wounded courage that belongs to every mortal - because the real dawn is never the brilliance gifted by the gods, but the flickering lights held up by countless ordinary people in the long night.
(Note: This book combines the delicate emotions of Eastern fantasy with the epic sense of Western fantasy)
