In legend, the world once fell apart.
When the primordial gods fell from the heavens, the sun vanished without a trace, leaving the earth desolate. In the darkness, frost and death fire surged like tides, sweeping across the land, enveloping everything.
Then, the Kings of the Chaotic Era dragged the corpses of the gods, traversing the earth.
They bound the sun, fought the desolation, imprisoned the darkness, and drove away the frost and flames, recreating everything we have now.
Now, the flames have reignited.
As if they have returned once more.
Endless scarlet dances upon the earth, wisps of ashes and sparks fall from the sky, landing on Lv Yingyue's shoulders like a rain of tears.
The heavy protective suit shields against the heat, yet cannot resist the destruction and death rising from within the flames, climbing upon the skin like unsheathable knives.
When she turns back, she sees no path.
But when she looks ahead, it seems as if only destruction and death remain.
