Under the Ember Tide

The heavenly principles were shattered in the silent light of the meteor. From then on, the dawn was no longer pure - the crimson moon hung in the sky, cracks opened in the void, and "void embers" poured out like a tide, eroding everything. Some people are picking up the embers of civilization in the ruins and trying to rebuild the broken world; There are people wandering in the darkness, stealing the tampered truth; Someone is on the operating table of fate, deciding the direction of time; There are also people in the dark, quietly watching every choice and every sacrifice... The boy woke up from the laboratory with a pulse that was not his own beating in his chest. He didn't know whether he was a container or a key; he didn't know whether the person chasing him was an enemy or a friend, and he didn't know why the whisper in the dark was so familiar. Under the crimson moon, someone is waiting for the dawn. And dawn may be just the beginning of another ember tide. The gods are dead, but man... Is still on the way.