They call themselves “human,” yet offer the bones of their own kind to the Old Gods.
Invoking the Old Gods' names, they raise the sword called “War” and strike at the roots of “Civilization.”
This is an age of order, where life is no more than dust.
This is an age of chaos, where humanity's stars shine bright.
At the end of the age,
if there is still a story worth telling,
it will not be the fall of an empire,
but a vast expanse of stars,
recording humanity's epic saga.
