They call themselves "human beings", but they offer the bones of their own race to the old gods.
They chanted the name of the old gods, raised the long sword named "war", and swung it towards the roots of "civilization".
This era is orderly, and life is like dust.
This era is chaotic and the stars of humanity shine brightly.
At the end of time,
If there's a story worth telling,
That won't be the fall of the empire,
But a vast starry sky,
It records the magnificent epic of mankind.
