Blood Cross: Throne of Madness

Desire is a prison, and reason is a shackle.

The Blood Cross tore away the facade of civilization, turning the world into a vast testing ground.

Some people became addicted to pain, some were immersed in terror, and others turned into rotting statues in the throes of ecstasy.

When I ascended the throne built from the bones of madmen, I finally understood:

The first step to becoming king is learning to appreciate the aesthetics of hell.