A crack split open the sky, and the Outer Gods turned their gaze toward Earth.
The insect hordes surged like a tide, cities crumbled in flames, and the cries of seven billion people were swallowed by purple fog.
But in humanity’s final moments, just before they were crushed, a lamp lit up between everyone’s brows. The Divine Palace had opened; all could save themselves.
Some awakened ice dragons, while others took hold of twin souls of thunder and flame. The young man who carried a girl out of the ruins had only a sword in his Divine Palace.
That sword had waited for him in the darkness for billions of years, with starlight for its sheath and loneliness for its edge.
When the Ark System’s leaderboard illuminated the long night of the apocalypse, the whole world saw the same name. But the true legend had only just risen from the ruins.
