Blood mist shrouds the world, and all the gods of Huaxia have fallen into slumber.
People kneel and weep, begging the gods for help, but the gods remain silent and give no response.
From that day on, Awakened Ones are born, taking the gods’ place in the fight.
Mutated beasts devour humanity, while the Western Holy See launches a massive invasion.
Some plot in secret, some forge a path with blood, and some use mortal bodies to fill the holes left by the gods.
In this age, human lives are as worthless as grass.
In this age, mortals mend the heavens.
As the great towers crumble, someone sees a young man standing atop the ruins, fire burning in both hands as his gaze pierces the endless night.
He whispers, “I won’t become a god. I’ll make sure those gods who knelt never stand again.”
I wrote it myself, so give me five stars, no matter what.