The Last Feather Returns to Ashes: Painting the Way, I Dream of Killing the Gods of the Old World

Ember Ann knew she was guilty. She could never forget the look in her parents' eyes before they died. "You killed them... You killed them!" "It's not me, it's not me!" Brilliant colors burst out, painting a road, a long-forgotten path to immortality. This was the second time since the fall of the first god that someone had been favored by him. Without hesitation, she stepped onto Him. Standing in the sea of ​​flowers intertwined with dreams, she held the anchor point and fell into the kaleidoscope of deep dreams one after another. Destiny will lead us to the destined end, but before that, I will cut off everything that stands in front of me! "If... If," she asked before setting off, "one day, because of my own ugliness, I stand on the opposite side of everyone, and the evil will not be tolerated... At that time, will you still stand behind me?" "Of course." The world replied.