"Complete this final ritual, and my glorious reign will last forever. Your friends, too, will be sheltered beneath my radiance."
Standing atop the countless graves I had made, I asked, "Your throne is built on bones, and your scepter is stained with blood. How many more people do you plan to crush to glorify your 'golden age'?"
"You have no choice," a voice identical to mine rang out from on high.
"Then I invite you," I said, raising my dagger, "to fall into hell with me."
"Before the apocalypse, the world should have only one person missing: Wei Yuanyin."
[No CP. This story contains no romance, so please don't ship anyone. Almost nobody makes it out alive, and it would be awful to get unnecessary angst. _(:з"∠)_]
[Very slow burn. The protagonist needs time to grow.]
Theme: Finding a path to inner peace.
