Gods of Disorder: Order Remains

In this era, human beings are as weak as grass in the wind, but they can also be as blazing as a prairie fire. The game of gods has arrived, the world order has collapsed, and fate has become an eternal shackles. Ancient prophecies have turned into iron laws of the present world, and all living beings prostrate themselves in the shadow of the gods, struggling to survive. But there are always those who go against the grain, holding on to the last spark of hope in the darkness. They walked on the ancient path of the setting sun paved by the beings at dawn, carving a way out of desperate situations, facing the gods with their mortal bodies, and brazenly confronting their fate. But the chain of fate has already tightened around my throat. Every step forward is a rush to the end and a brazen questioning of destiny. This is a tragic song of struggle and perseverance. Under the gods, it composes the last glory of mankind.