I Rely on Cosplay to Kill Gods

In the purgatory where divine patterns are revered, the flesh and blood of mortals is the battlefield of the gods.​​ Beneath the scars lies dormant a surge that makes the gods tremble; The incomplete soul breaks free from the shackles of the curse and reforges its edge in the flames! When the taboo lines spread again—— The artillery fire will tear the sky apart, and the sword will be played to the end! Thousands of years of injustice are burned into a prairie fire; countless rages are forged into a god-killing blade!