In this chaotic world that is completely saturated with darkness and madness, chaos is like a ferocious beast, baring its teeth and claws. Wherever it passes, all order and vitality are ruthlessly crushed; the gods are also like a group of irrational madmen, launching bloody killings in the world.
On the ground, human corpses were piled up like broken straw. Blood gathered into rivers and gurgled in the ravines. The air was filled with pungent rotten odor and disgusting blood.
However, in this purgatory-like scene on earth, a young man slowly stepped forward like an unyielding god of war rising from the dark abyss.
Every step he takes, he steps heavily on the cold corpses. Those once living lives have now become the stairs leading to glory under his feet; every time he steps down, he steps heavily on the heads of the so-called "gods", as if he is launching the most fearless challenge to the superior divine authority.
He finally stood in the center of the stage that was completely stained red with blood, with a chilling aura exuding around him.
He raised his head slightly, his deep eyes piercing through the thick haze, looking towards the mysterious and distant sky.
Facing the awe-inspiring pressure of God and the surging threat of Chaos, there was no trace of fear or flinching in his eyes. Instead, there was a trace of undisguised contempt. His eyes seemed to be watching a group of clowns making their final struggle.
He opened his lips slightly, and although his voice was soft, it was like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky. With unquestionable majesty and determination, he whispered softly: "Roar, Suanni!"
