The Demons from the Heavens Are Coming

In troubled times, there are only a few people, and there is only a floating dust in my world, but the waves are rolling. Perhaps in this huge world, weakness is the original sin, and ants are not worthy of living. Dusk is the beginning of the sunset in the world, and dusk is the signal of the fall of the gods. When I stand on the endless sky and the bones of gods, and build a throne with the bones and treasures of all races, they call me the devil...