The abyss opens, the old gods descend, and the monsters of hell devour the world like a tide.
Humanity's most advanced weapons are nothing more than a pile of scrap metal in front of the gods, and despair follows them everywhere.
Until an ancient sword that had been silent for countless years quietly showed its edge.
Satellites from various countries focused urgently, and a young man was seen slowly holding the hilt of the sword and speaking in a low voice:
"The gods you talk about are just prisoners that I sealed with my own hands back then."
"And I am the only god in the human race!"
"He is also the last executioner in the era of mythology!"
