The Hanhai Blood City has a new master, a madman who has died countless times and crawled out of the abyss of Fate.
He is the weakest, the most ordinary, and the most inconspicuous among all the Blood City Lords.
The Ferocious God treats him as a pawn, and the Blood City Lords see him as an ant.
Too insignificant, too feeble, he doesn't even deserve the gaze of Fate.
But now the winds of the Deep World are tinged with the color of blood, symbolizing that the mysterious markings of the thirteenth Blood City Lord have merged upon his body.
With his eyes open, he can see the edge of the Black Mist; stretching out his palm, he can seize and capture the will of Ghost Gods. All nightmares of the world must pulsate with his heartbeat, and the souls who fall into slumber become his subjects.
The thirteenth Blood City is a dream. Unlike illusory visions, dreams truly exist, connected to the minds of every living person.
