When the gods fall, when the embers of magic are completely buried by cold steel.
When all that is left in the world is the hustle and bustle of gears and the roar of reason.
Era, dead.
They dug me up from the grave of time, called me the 'Holy Relic', and regarded me as an inexplicable miracle.
They are wrong.
I am not a miracle, I am the last breath of that era you call 'myth'.
My flesh and blood is a prison that imprisons the entire laws of the old world.
My awakening is the beginning of the collapse of this new world order.
The Conclave of Balance considers me a 'taboo' that must be cleared.
The survivors who yearn for the extraordinary regard me as a 'god' that must be worshiped.
And the shadow of doom lurking in my body regards me as the best 'key' to return to the world.
They hunt me, believe in me, and try to replace me.
But they all forgot to ask me a question——
In that era when the gods walked the earth,
Who do you have to bow to even God?
Now, I'm awake.
For this godless era, redefine... Fear.
