The Morning Star Walks over the Earth

Tianpi calendar year 1013. More than a thousand years have passed since the rebellion that shook the world. Thousands of years of wind and frost, the sea has dried up and the rocks have rotted away. Lucifer, the former Archangel, wakes up from his mortal cave. Without divine power or wings, even standing still becomes a problem. Reduced to this point, the only people accompanying him were an idiot familiar working for humans and a piece of honey bread handed to him by the idiot familiar. ... Well, at least it still tastes. The wings were peeled off alive, torn into pieces, and left in the world, turned into tools for harvesting faith in the hands of the enemy. Familiar plot. Yes, it looks like he is going to run across the continent again like he did a thousand years ago and snatch back everything that belongs to me. But in my hazy memory, I always feel that there is something else I should remember. This is a story about finding strength. It is also a story of finding yourself. After all - after the sun sets, the stars always rise.