When I woke up from the ruins of civilization, I found that I had become the "disaster" sacrificed by the Blackstone tribe. In this ancient world where giant beasts are rampant and totems dominate life and death, the human race is just a living food.
They laughed at me as a soulless body unable to awaken the power of the totem, and abandoned me in the God Burial Wilderness, leaving me to fend for myself.
They didn't know that what I brought was flint to make fire, bows and arrows for fishing and hunting, city-states and the art of war—wisdom belonging to "people" that had long been forgotten by history.
When the first pottery kiln was fired, we ended up drinking Maoru's blood.
When the first bronze sword was cast, we began the reverse hunt.
While other tribes were still praying for mercy from the totem, my tribe was already shouting "Man can conquer heaven", spreading fire and civilization across the wilderness.
Until that day, the tribe that had abandoned me was trembling under the claws of the giant beast. They saw in horror that the terrifying wild beast that tore apart their totem was lying at my feet docilely, like a domestic dog.
I stroked the head of the giant beast and looked behind them at the vast land that I had protected with blood, but now regarded me as a heretic.
"Now, I am the last ancestral witch. Do you choose to kneel down or... Perish?"
