Bloodthorn

The thousand-year empire began in its infancy and then disintegrated into dust. Only countless relics, cultures, systems, and machines that cannot be understood are left behind. And a group of imitators wearing monkey crowns, greedily devouring this huge corpse. Chaos replaced order, lynching replaced law, slavery replaced equality, solidification replaced mobility, darkness banned light, and ignorance eliminated knowledge. The prosperity of the past is gone, only pure freedom, disorder, danger and opportunity remain. When this land of adventurers and outlaws welcomes a soul that does not belong to this world, what kind of story will usher in?