In this chaotic age, utterly steeped in darkness and madness, Chaos rampages like a horde of monstrous beasts, baring their fangs and claws. Wherever they pass, all order and life are mercilessly crushed. The gods, too, are like a pack of lunatics bereft of reason, unleashing one blood-soaked massacre after another upon the mortal world.
Across the land, the bodies of the dead lie scattered in heaps like withered stalks of straw. Blood gathers into rivers, trickling through ravines, while the air reeks of decay and stifling bloodshed.
Yet amid this scene, a hell on earth, a young man slowly strides forth, like an indomitable war god rising from the abyss of darkness.
Every step lands heavily upon a cold corpse. Lives that once burned bright have become the steps on his path to glory. With every footfall, he tramples the head of one so-called “god,” as if issuing the boldest challenge to the divine authority enthroned above.
At last, he stands at the center of this stage, dyed red with blood, an icy aura about him that chills the heart.
He lifts his head slightly, his deep eyes piercing the heavy gloom to gaze toward the mysterious heavens above.
Faced with the gods’ awe-inspiring pressure and the surging threat of Chaos, his eyes show not the slightest fear or hesitation. Instead, a trace of undisguised contempt sweeps across them, as if he were watching a band of buffoons make their final, futile stand.
He parts his lips. His voice is soft, yet like lightning tearing through the night sky, carrying unquestionable authority and resolve as he says, “Roar, Suanni!”
