My name is Su Wen.
A remains forged into a "key".
My existence is only to open the "door" that leads to the ultimate in the world.
On the ninth day and night when Ymir tore the dimension apart, the cries of humanity were frozen into ice in the blizzard of Titan crystal dust. What falls from the sky is no longer snow, but the blue crystal tears of the world's dying days, each reflecting the last, cold glimmer of civilization's disintegration. The earth is imprisoned by a circular tombstone called "Zero Zone". Inside the Wall of Sighs is a cemetery of old glory; outside the wall is a living hell that is slowly being eaten away by Titan matter.
World Tree—this giant tree that once shaded all living beings with its technological branches and leaves, its "roots" have long since rotted and oozed pus in unknown depths, and its lush green leaves are nothing but a gorgeous shroud covering the rotten corpse. What hangs on its branches is no longer a fruit, but a forbidden fruit called the "Apocalypse" - a vessel that has been forcibly grafted with godhead, calcined, twisted, and wailing in the cold laboratory furnace.
Fanny Golden, the fury of gold was cast into the "Spear of Eclipse" that burned the world. The tip of the spear burned with the fury of Apollo, but it could not penetrate the ice coffin that imprisoned her best friend.
Liv Bestra, the frozen body became the furnace of the abyss, Odin's godhead coexisting with the dark madness of the Titans in her pierced chest, and every pulse made the cracks under the ice spread deeper.
And I, Su Wen, the "key" whose memory has been erased and embedded in the authority of the World Tree, struggles between data and flesh and blood, trying to piece together a blood-stained code that is enough to pierce lies...
