The other world, the eternal cemetery.
The Great Old Ones whisper into the abyss, new gods ignite sparks of authority, and fallen demons gnaw at the remains of the world.
The shadows they cast distort reality, and the scattered gifts and curses breed countless weirdness.
The world outside is just a fragile ark floating in the gap between.
In the center of this whirlpool where gods and demons wail and eras change - a baby is born from the white mist of hundreds of thousands of mountain god corpses, with the erased reverberation of god-killing imprinted on his palm. When the thirsty green fire is rekindled, they will finally know:
The abandoned baby with the divine skeleton as its cradle is the end of walking predators!
Gods and demons are the salary, and the prey will end
