When hundreds of millions of sentient beings light up the divine fire, I am the only mortal body walking alone among the divine corpses.
The old days have collapsed, and the throne of gods has fallen. The final battlefield rises from the ruins and becomes a bloody hotbed for the birth of new gods. The "Chosen Ones" from all realms awaken here, killing, plundering, and promoting themselves, chasing the eternal divine position and power.
He is the only heretic and the most insignificant speck of dust on this long staircase to the gods, paved with divine corpses and watered with blood.
The rules of this ultimate game, which exists only for "creating gods," are being rewritten because of him.
This is a story of mortals and a hymn to mortals.
