The inner world, an ancient graveyard.
The Old Ones whisper in the abyss, newborn gods kindle the sparks of their divine authority, and fallen demon gods gnaw on the world's remains.
The shadows they cast warp reality, while their scattered blessings and curses spawn countless horrors.
The outer world is merely a fragile ark adrift in the gap between them.
At the heart of this vortex, where gods and demons wail and ages turn, a baby is born amid the white mist of godly remains in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. An erased echo of deicide is branded into the baby's palm. When the hungry, forest-green flames burn anew, they will finally understand:
The abandoned child cradled in the remains of gods is the very end of all predators, walking among them!
Gods and demons as kindling, the end of all predators
