My parents died in an "accident."
But library administrators say it was no accident.
He opened my palm and dripped the blood into an ancient copper bowl. That night, I saw the truth of the world - the air was filled with the light mist of life, existences hundreds of millions of times older than human beings were crawling beneath the ground, and what was flowing in my body was their blood.
My bloodline is from Cthulhu.
Four sleepers are resurrected around the world: the giant eye of Europe, the giant mouth of Asia, the heart of America, and the crack in the sky of Australia. Their followers are spread across the globe and are preparing altars for awakening. And I am the only hybrid in hundreds of millions of years who possesses both human consciousness and ancient blood.
They call me "Fourth Descendant."
Not humans, not the Old Ones, but a third—no, a fourth—being between the two.
Teacher Gu handed me a hot map.
"Are you going to wake them up, or stop them?"
I hold the map tightly and embark on the journey.
But what I didn't know was—every time I got closer to a sleeping spot, I was one step further away from "humanity". And those beings older than me have already prepared for me the fate of being a "container".
