My name is Su Wen.
A remnant forged into a “key.”
I exist for one reason: to open the “Gate” that leads to the ultimate end of the world.
On the ninth night after Ymir tore through the dimensions and descended, humanity’s cries froze solid in a blizzard of Titan crystal dust. What fell from the sky was no longer snow, but blue crystalline tears from a dying world, each flake refracting the last cold glimmer of a collapsing civilization. The land was imprisoned by a ring-shaped tombstone known as the “Zero Zone.” Within the Wall of Sighs lay the graveyard of former glory; beyond it stretched a living hell, where survivors clung to life as Titan matter slowly hollowed them out.
The World Tree, once a colossal tree whose technological branches sheltered all living things, had long ago begun to rot and fester deep within its unseen roots. Its lush green leaves were no more than a splendid shroud draped over a rotting corpse. Its branches no longer bore fruit, but instead hung with forbidden fruits known as “Harbingers”: vessels forcibly grafted with divinity, fired, twisted, and left to howl in the furnaces of cold laboratories.
Fanny Golden, whose golden fury was forged into the world-incinerating “Spear of Solar Eclipse.” Apollo’s wrath blazed at its tip, yet it could not pierce the ice coffin imprisoning her dear friend.
Rif Bessetra, whose frozen body had become a furnace for the abyss. Odin’s divinity coexisted wildly with Titan darkness inside her pierced chest, and every beat sent the cracks beneath the ice creeping deeper.
And I, Su Wen, the “key” stripped of its memories and embedded with the World Tree’s authority, struggle in the gap between data and flesh, trying to piece together a bloodstained code capable of piercing the lies...
