The Last Oracle Is the Human World

The gods are dead, The divine blood has been shed. There is no god left in this continent, Their families left each other, Following ancient conventions. Until poetry is sung again on this continent, Until the epic takes them into the theater again, Until the seat of creation shines in the original. They will return to the stage, Take turns to appear. Who will complete the final chapter of creation? Who will light the lighthouse on the other side? Visitors from other worlds flicker in a corner of the universe, Explain to the world the final oracle.