This was an era when sails and steam coexisted.
Ironclads plowed through the sea of gray, and thick factory smoke obscured the sky.
The knight's armor is rusting, and the noble blood is diluted.
The abyss turned over, and the old god opened his eyes.
I traveled through the cracks of this era.
An orphan without a surname, a hidden pile abandoned by everyone.
But I have a pair of eyes that shouldn't be mine.
He lets me see through everything—
Flaws, disguises, threads of fate, and the background of the world.
I stole a face and changed my identity,
Climb all the way from the gray sea to the throne of God.
I thought this was the end.
Until I saw——
Those things called "gods",
Looking for a door in my eyes.
Behind that door, is the return of the old god?
Or the birth of a new god?
