I was born cursed. Half of his body was soaked in ice, and half of his body was burning with fire. They said it was an incurable disease and that I wouldn't survive to adulthood.
It wasn't until the holy knight who was chasing me shot a holy silver arrow, and the claws of the Eternal Night nobles tore open my back - that I understood in the blood and fire that this "curse" was my only way to survive.
I'm Wren. A forbidden child born in a captive plane, a twisted creation of light and dark bloodlines.
In this world where the plane is a cage and all living things are livestock, the Holy Light Church shepherds souls, and the Eternal Night Council harvests flesh and blood. And I am the "impurity" that they all want to erase, the "pollution" in the eyes of the old order.
But when I was forced to swallow Chaos and reborn in the ruins; when I saw clearly the truth of the harvesting of my hometown plane, and witnessed hundreds of millions of creatures being "purified" like pigs and dogs——
I understand. My very existence is resistance.
The path to the godhood of "All Things" unfolded at my feet. It was no longer to become a god, but to smash this man-eating plane ladder.
Holy light? I will extinguish the stake and let the angels fall to earth.
Eternal night? I will crush the noble castle and make the vampires disappear in the sun.
Chaos? I will remain sane in madness and define existence in nothingness.
This time, the captives will break free from their chains.
This time, the animals will show their fangs to the shepherd.
When the divine head of all things finally returns to its place——
I am the incarnation of the new order, the vengeful soul of countless oppressed planes, the first god-killer born of blood and fire.
