Faded Dawn

The branches of the golden ancient god penetrate the broken sky, and the embers of the apocalypse cover the barren land. The gods have faded long ago, their glory has been buried in the dust, and the old order has rotted away in the lightless years. The young man stood alone under the sacred tree, carrying the secrets of the ink veins in his body, and shouldering thousands of shackles of fate. The long night is overturned, the dawn is dim, and the gods in the sky look down at the sinking world with cold eyes. Since everyone in the world is waiting for the dawn, I will use the cold ink to split the eternal night of death. He used his mortal body to fight against the faded throne, creating a unique dawn with his own hands in the desolate end.