They say the gods died screaming.
Their corpses fell like meteors, and from their divine remains, power bloomed—shards of godhood known as Fragments. Humanity reached for these remnants, and in doing so, tore open the sky.
From the wounds left by heaven’s fall, monsters crawled in—things that should not exist, wearing skins of madness and teeth of memory. Civilization endured, barely, as nobles forged legacies upon sacred ruins and cast aside those who couldn't resonate with divinity.
Yeon was one of them. No power. No past. No place.
Until the day he was thrown into the Abyss—a place where shadows eat time and names vanish like breath. Everyone expected him to die. Something else came back.
Five years later, the world remembers him only as a whisper.
But a whisper can become a storm.
And some storms do not come from the sky… but rise from beneath it.