They say I'm a key that can unlock the cage devouring the world.
The Ninth Division wants to lock me away forever. The Keepers of the Wedge want to worship me. The madmen of the Old Land want to dissect me.
They've all got it backwards.
I'm not the key. I'm the lock.
Nine seals bind my body, each one a world of its own. Now that the lock has loosened, those things hiding behind the moon had better crawl back to hell on their own.
Urban supernatural | Seal-breaking progression | Not mindless wish fulfillment
