Destined Disaster

The original Creator disintegrated, and the divine remains fell into the abyss. The seven powers turned into eternal fighting gods, their bones and blood evolved into all things, and the scattered soul fragments became the immortal fire in the blood of mortals. Thousands of years of domestication followed. Human beings prostrate themselves as lambs, languages ​​withered, and history was rewritten as oracles. Souls were periodically harvested like crops to mend the rifts of the gods' wars. Civilization has been raised in silence for fifteen hundred years. Until the "Shepherd's Rebellion". The gods fought among themselves and turned the entire city into a flesh-and-blood puppet. The sea of ​​blood awakened the last dream. The pioneers stole the embers of power in the ruins of the God War, smelted the obsession of all souls, and forged the god-killing weapon [Zarathustra], drawing the first bloody trace of freedom on the border of the Kingdom of God. The survivors split the earth into five and built a doomsday fortress: the Supervisor of Heaven weaves the web of fate, the holy fire burns the sacred code, the iris melts the bones of the gods into the steel mecha, the Iron-Blooded Round Table establishes the law as absolute judgment, and the Nightmare Court becomes a battlefield. Mortals stole divine power as a blade, used laws as armor, and ignited five different clusters of civilizational flames at the edge of the abyss. Today, war goes beyond steel. The hive mind whispers in the depths of the soul, the rotten song echoes in the pipes. The fall of the Sixth Nexus, the fall of the Observer, the hero falling into the spiritual world - the abyss is stretching out new tentacles. The epic battle rages here, and no one knows the outcome. Are we sacrifices, or are we the ultimate variables that even the gods have not accounted for?