On the day when the gray mist engulfed the stars, the gods let out their last wails in the sky, turning into rain of blood and falling. The old order and faith were shattered like glass, and terrifying creatures called "Ten Thousand Foot" crawled out of the abyss, the deep sea, and even the ruins abandoned by humans. They use steel as their armor, feed on flesh and blood, and build their nests on the remains of civilization. In this chaotic world soaked in despair, human beings are no longer the primates of all things, but prey crouching in the shadows and lingering.
Bai Qi woke up alone from the ruins of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, holding a twisted piece of divine bone in his hand that seemed to be still pulsating. He doesn't remember the past, he only knows two things. The instinct to kill was engraved in the bone marrow, and those Wanzu who devoured everything actually looked at him with a hint of fear. While the survivors were still praying or fighting for a mouthful of clean water, he had walked alone into the depths of the gray fog. What lies beneath our feet is not a path of survival, but a journey that belongs to the hunter. The god is dead, and his dusk has just begun.
