Last Word: the Age of Blasphemy

The holy fire burns my robe, and the abyss eats my world. The former apprentice's bullet penetrated the teacher's head, and the false gods under the Holy See sacrificed all living beings. And I, the last witcher Constantine, drank the cursed blood of the ancestors. From now on, I am no longer a hunter. I am the keeper of secrets, the bridge between the abyss and the world, the last unquenchable ember of the old era. When the divine power broke the last oath, I raised the gun that could not kill gods to the false god—— Because true salvation begins with acknowledging: We are the original guardians of the world.