His mother sealed the power to slay gods inside his wrist, leaving him with just one command: “Do not seek your father.”
But Su Chen could “see” them. Every god in the city had a crack running through them.
The Church used family bonds as bait, weaving a net that covered the entire city of Setting Sun.
With five madmen who would trust him with their backs, he began taking the net apart, starting with a single loose thread.
Others cultivated the divine, worshipped the divine, and became gods.
He dismantled gods, tore them apart, and slew them.
“I’m not the key,” the red cord around his wrist gave a faint twitch. “I’m the one who picks the lock.”
When he had taken apart the net down to the deepest door...
Behind it were ninety-nine rays of light from the same bloodline, and the name his father had had stolen from him for ten thousand years.
