Split Godhead

That day, a strange monument fell from the sky. Since then, cognition and order have completely collapsed. The endless bright red emerging from the monument, the black mist that distorts the thinking of living things... Each one is squeezing the last living space of mankind. All the monuments have traces, but the whereabouts of [Time] are unknown. Lin Yuan, who escaped from the mental hospital, thought that there was a bustling street outside. But what greeted him were streets mottled with mycelium, disgusting flesh angels, and weird horrors everywhere...