In this wasteland, the mist devours people.
Those it devours become half-mad, half-divine.
A lace qipao slays giant beasts, blue flames consume a city in sacrifice to all living things, and self-destruction becomes an addiction, bound by chains of quests...
Qiong thinks this prison has become filthy beyond redemption.
Fortunately, after 99 absurd quests, he'll finally get the death he longs for.
Until one day, his sister's dying words burn into his collarbone:
"Ah Qiong, how do you know that death isn't a dream of the Old Gods?"
As the crimson lotus flames die away, the blades of a hundred thousand rebels point at him.
Qiong smiles, tears apart the narcissus insignia, and lets blood soak the hem of his qipao.
"Come, slay your god."
