Chronicles of the Divine Era
On the monumental Oracle Stele, only two inscriptions remain: In the 9330th year of the Divine Calendar, the First God waged a war of slaughter in an age of chaos. After enduring fifty-four thousand years of tribulation, the stars fell, the heavens shattered, and from the Great Void emerged one figure, who, wielding a single sword, subdued all divinities. Upon the Sacred Mountain, a divine throne was forged, and thus the age of chaos came to an end. In the 4019th year of the Era of All Gods, divine judgment descended upon the world, marking the Twilight of the Gods. The pantheon fell, leaving only nine to guard the divine thrones, who then vanished into the Great Void. From that time onward, a hundred races, bearing their ruins and fragments, struggled to survive in the age of chaos.
Chronicles of the Divine Era
New Divine Era, Year 7734.
The Boundless Demon Sea. Thousand Sorrow Cliff.
Dim, ominous clouds boiled across the sky, accompanied by the furious roar of thunder. The land and sea—just as always—were shrouded in a strange, oppressive darkness. Yet, within those shadowed clouds, a scarlet point of light flickered in the distant horizon, growing ever brighter.
Atop Thousand Sorrow Cliff, an elderly man of average build stood against the wind. The wild gusts tugged at his robes and scattered his long hair, which, though streaked with gray, could not conceal the weathered marks of age and hardship etched upon his face. Even as the invisible wrath of the heavens seemed to fill the world—an intangible killing intent suffusing the air—the old man’s gaze remained as cold and sharp as gathered blades, fixed unwaveringly on the crimson speck that steadily grew larger.
The pounding waves crashed against the cliff base in their relentless fury, yet the man remained unperturbed. He raised a hand, and a tattered page appeared in his grasp. A faint smile played at his lips. As a gentle breeze swept by, the page fluttered from his fingers like a kite with its string cut, drifting freely over the endless sea. He watched it vanish into the distance, then lifted his eyes to that wavering, blood-red light teetering above the ocean.
“Dark Star descends, dusk returns, flesh becomes blade, and pierces the firmament.”
His sonorous words had barely faded when a tremendous crash resounded from the sky. The sea, already turbulent, erupted into a towering wave a h
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