To Me: The One with Four Human Natures and One Divine Nature

Uncertain white mists, hazy and hallucinatory. A clock tower and cathedral, crumbling into ruin. The last city-state seems secure, yet demons born of the thick fog lie in wait to possess it. Humanity can only eke out a wretched existence by praying to the immense, illusory figures in the starry sky. On the edge of Platinum City, in the Fog District. Looking at the mark for “Devour” on his hand, Serxiti took his four selves with him and climbed into the steam-powered carriage without hesitation, charging into the fog to search for the fabled “sun.” Beneath the dust, the collapsed tower. As Serxiti watched his four selves lift the fallen tower, he took the sacred relic of the Church of Light and drew out the drop of “golden blood” within. He drank it in one gulp. It was the first time he had tasted a god. Fleshless bones, a godless divine body. Serxiti snapped off one of his fingers and put it in his mouth, then whispered: “To...”