The Remaining Light of the Night

When I woke up, the world changed dramatically. Blood and fire, life and death, in this world dyed blood red, who can reach the top from the battle. A game beyond dimensions, a bizarre world. This is the gamble of the gods and the struggle of mankind. The dim light in the remaining night is getting weaker and weaker, and I cannot rush my journey. The gods joked about the turmoil and vowed to use their remaining bodies to make the clouds clear. Even if it is a chess game played by gods, I will turn the world upside down.