The night boat returned from the end of the broken river of time. As far as the eye could see, civilization was in ruins.
The Dreamweaver Order sits high on the throne of God, weaving all living beings with the power of dream eclipse, and proclaims itself a god.
Within the left arm, the defining powers of spark, ice marrow, annihilation and rebirth clash crazily. It is a curse and the last fire to burn down the false gods.
In this final era, he stepped out from the ashes and grasped the power that was enough to tamper with the rules.
"The day of judgment has come."
"The rules here - I define them!"
