(The end of Cthulhu, single female protagonist, no harem, no routines, unhappy writing)
When the sun grows flesh and blood! The earth has a heartbeat...
Human beings can only survive in the dead corners of the world, and the light is no longer as vast as God's grace.
The rusty iron tower began to move, and the clay statues had sticky entrails.
Firearms! Train! Building! Even every bullet belonging to the old era is babbling.
This is an ascension that starts from the scorched earth! This is how a deformed ecology was born!
But it refuses any free habitat for life.
So...
Do you choose to borrow strength from pain and walk on the verge of madness?
Or is it an oath that human will is bound to be superior to those who raise their heads three feet high?
