Heaven has tormented me a thousand times over, but my fate is mine to command, not Heaven's. I'd rather descend into hell than yield to Heaven!
The apocalypse draws near. Light fades, the sacred flame dies, all life perishes, and the gods meet their twilight.
Primordial fire descends, restoring light. A wandering rogue rises against fate.
He braves deadly trials, traverses demonic obstacles, slays monsters and demons, holds up the heavens, and commands the gods, ushering in a new age.
What is fate? How can a mere wanderer become the Heavenly Venerable?
