Dawulu

(Martial arts + Cthulhu + non-human) They were supposed to sleep forever at the end of time, but they are slowly waking up. The murmurs of the falling stars have corroded the sword, while human ambitions, vague hopes, and those indescribable absurd contracts are growing like ghost weeds, entangling this devastated land. All I hold is a sword, a determination—well, and a so-called, ridiculous friendship? But anyway, listen up, you spineless guys who are bewitched by them-- I, Haobusuo, am here!