On the day Lin Mo turns thirty, the world begins to disappear without a sound.
> No explosions, no alarms. The edge of the city is erased like pencil marks rubbed away by an eraser, along with three hundred thousand living people, all reduced to nothing in a gray-white tide.
> A System calling itself the “Ember of the End” binds itself to his consciousness and coldly declares him a chosen “possibility.”
> Now he has been thrown onto a battlefield built from shattered divine remains and despair, facing a group of troubled heroes from different universes.
> And his first lesson is this: before absolute nothingness, passion, magic, and technology are all as fragile as birthday candles.
“Here lie the gods. We set ourselves alight and become new gravestones.”**
*, Epitaph on a remnant stele in the City of Watchers*
