The neon lights of Yuanhai City cannot illuminate the remains of the Nuo opera deep in the dark alleys.
When folklore restorer Chen Mo touched the ancestral Nuo tools, the painted-skin demon crawled out of the museum mirror, tearing apart his precarious daily life - smiling corpses spread on the streets, faceless corpses paraded around the hospital carrying a bloody sedan, and ripples of He Bo's death were heard in the drainage pipes.
The official "shelter" gave him the name of a demon hunter, the "Nuo Cult" regarded him as a vessel for the ancient gods, and the "Immortality Society" priced him as the key to eternal life.
In the three-party conspiracy, only Chen Mo knew: every strange thing he swallowed was eating away at humanity, and the whispers coming from the Nuo surface were dragging the entire city into the dark sea at the junction of reality and legend.
When the remains of the Nuo God turned into a giant tree of flesh and blood with thousands of masks, when the so-called savior turned out to be the culprit of the world's destruction——
"Don't believe in any gods," Chen Mo clasped his Nuo mask and embodied humanity's last hope, "Including me.
