All Spirits Return to the Ruins

Chaos - killing - decay - regeneration - endless. And then - different. Something wakes up. Not who, not what. There are only three words "have to". Have to gather. So the ancient ones were dragged out from the depths of every abyss. Authority burns the bones, law erodes the soul. Gathering is not what you want, and scattering is also not what you want. There are those who died in the first fire. There are those who pass away at the dawn of time. Those who never know themselves again in life. And those who are still there - those who have looked at each other, owed each other, and hid each other's names but dared not call each other for endless years - will eventually realize: The extreme of gathering and dispersing is not the extreme. Only ruins. The market is waiting. Waiting for the spirits——