Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

What he chanted was the secret of the Fire Transmitter and his brother "Ash."


"[Ash is named for what has burned and cannot be reignited; charcoal is what has burned yet can still be reignited. Yet both ash and charcoal were born before fire appeared, even before anything combustible existed.]


"[Charcoal will eventually reignite, drifting to the sky, parting from the earth. Thus charcoal rises from the original fire, while ash falls into the abyss—]


The great-grandmother is the mother of all dragons, and she was born before light and fire.


Just like the secret about Winter that the great-grandmother bestowed upon Annan: "[Winter] was originally a term used to describe the silence of the heaven at the dawn of the earth, like that of a dying elder; and the earth's hatred for all things that are about to pass but have not yet passed."


She is the eldest daughter of the earth.


Chapter 75: Curse You With All That I Have