The gods had been dead for three thousand years, and their corpses covered the earth.
The Sleeping Lord is the largest remains among them. Its bones rose from the soil and turned into mountains and canyons; its blood seeped into the ground and became veins of divine blood; fragments of its organs were scattered everywhere, continuing to beat in the darkness. Humanity rebuilt civilization on this corpse - divine blood drove machinery, divine bones were forged into weapons, and forbidden technologies were stripped from the remains of gods. But divine bones are never given free of charge. People who are exposed to it for a long time will be infected with the "divine poison", their flesh and blood will gradually crystallize, their consciousness will slowly dissolve, and finally they will solidify into a speechless statue.
Three thousand years later, the world was divided by six major forces. The Iron Spine Federation regards the divine remains as a legacy and uses industrial mining to support a huge blood energy civilization. The Holy Kingdom of the Divine Bones regards the divine poison as a gift from the gods, respecting the infected as "half-holy", and feeds a hatching giant cocoon deep in the heart of the Divine Bones with the lives of countless resonaters. The Council of Echoes is entrenched underground, listening to the reverberations of the gods and pursuing the truth behind the fall of the gods. The ascetics of the Frost Vein Order took the initiative to embrace the divine poison in the far north ice field, and crystallized it as the end of their practice. The nomads in the Shinbone Wastes make a living by scavenging, and the pirates and smugglers in Freeport are doing business about the future in the ruins.
This is the world into which Post was born. A world built on the corpse of a god, shrouded in an amber sky, where everyone is choosing how to face the corpse. Some people choose to believe, some choose to use, some choose to escape, and some choose to destroy. And that cocoon is beating slowly in the deepest part of the heart of the divine skeleton.
Intention: In a situation where you cannot choose, choose what kind of person you want to be.