Martial God of the Firmament

War's smoke and clashing weapons herald the War King's fall. A sharp edge in his left hand, a gleaming blade in his right: with two peerless swords, who would dare enter his sword's reach? The madmen of the ages stake life and death, defy the heavens and turn the universe, and inscribe a chapter in the wasteland. Amid the chaos of a troubled age, they play the War King's final song.