An Antarctic scientific expedition team made a fatal mistake: they resurrected a corpse that should not have existed.
The smell of rotten grass and honey is sweeping the world. It is not a virus, but a regular "plague". Steel is rusting, vegetation is turning gray, and human civilization is failing.
At the same time, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, the Lost Kingdom is slowly rising.
When science explains everything, myths are just stories; when scientific explanations fail, myths are survival guides. Taoist priests guide thunder with their instructions, monks chant Sanskrit to quell evil spirits, and ancient scriptures awaken in the blood and become the "fire" against chaos.
And I am just the owner of a second-hand bookstore. It was not until the ancestral "Book of Truth" was imprinted on my palm that I realized that the end of the world is not a natural disaster, but an ancient "debt" that has expired.
