The Empire's Detective Above the Gray Mist

[Everything is a lie! The "God" who ruled almost half an era... might just be a child?]

[In the Olden Days, Prometheus, the fire thief, actually came from Hell... and the Twelve Titans might never have existed at all?]

[The old gods lie buried in Alaska. A chasm has split open deep in that snowy wilderness, and beneath it... an eye is watching you.]

[Remember, do not gaze at the red moon in the sky. It is mad. Remember, it is perfectly normal for the Headless Horseman to roam at night. Remember...]

The Age of Chaos, the Olden Age, the Age of the Gods...

They were chaotic times, times that gave rise to life, and times when the gods roamed the world.

Those ages have passed. But the fate of those who pry into them has never changed: some die in the abyss, while others return alive, but no longer count as "human."

Allen Black just happens to be one of the latter.

"Sir... believe me, I'm a detective. Your body's rotting. That damn bug is eating your brain, and it crawled out of Hell. Next... I'll cut off your head. Relax, it'll be over quickly."

Allen Black blinked and spoke calmly, then raised the cleaver in his hand...