Poison in Milk

The shuttle loom of time weaves the glorious years into history, and the dusty memories become legends in the wind. The legend is dim and fades into myth. Has the First Age come to an end, and the myths long forgotten? The third era, the prophesied era of the devil, hell is sublimated and blood paves the way! The continent and time are in turmoil. Things in the past, things in the future, things in the present have nothing to do with me, because I will start the new era. There is also a nameless person, and the recorder who just wants to wait and see is the nameless one. Founder of the Nameless One-Uranus