Human civilization lost the War of the Twilight of the Gods, and a new era began.
The Jade Emperor, God, the sun god Ra, Zeus, and Brahma established the “Divine Hegemony Federation,” dividing the universe into cold colonies of faith.
The gods look down from the clouds. The upper class on floating cities revel in decadent lives. By the fissures in the planetary core, the ant people struggle to survive on synthetic starch amid radiation. Exiles search for twisted forms of life in forbidden zones tainted by Cthulhu.
And is he the last descendant of the godslayer from the old era, or a vessel chosen by an eldritch god of the deep cosmos?
Amid civilization’s ruins, beneath Cthulhu’s maddening whispers,
can the stars of mortal men rise again from the Twilight of the Gods?
At this, he simply smiles, flicks away some ash, and says, “The glazed tiles of the Hall of Lingxiao are fired from the marrow of the poor.”
“So I’m going to make this world…”
“Absolutely fair!”
