The day the blood moon appeared, I discovered that my nightmares had become reality for all of humanity.
A magnificent temple tore open the sky, and eerie whispers gnawed at our sanity. I was the only one who could dream of it all.
It wasn't until monsters burst through the walls that I understood: the ancestral jade pendant on my chest wasn't a talisman, but a “key” to madness.
They call me the Deep Diver, and say I'm the variable that can save the world.
But when I plunged my knife into the chest of a Great Old One's servant, what rang in my ears was the wail of the rules themselves.
It turned out true horror was never destruction, but becoming destruction itself.
Now it's my turn to redefine the rules.
