Aeons passed in this primal realm.

Great empires rose… And fell.

Divine beings of unimaginable power battled tirelessly.

Plotting and scheming with inhumane ferocity.

Swathes of destruction rose in their transient wakes.

The blood of the innocent pooled as immortal lakes

They ruled these primordial lands, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their prowess.

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Xiao Xue didn't seek much.

Carefree as a wild ant thrush,

A simple existence in quietude should have sufficed.

But the schemes of the ancestral divinities would not permit such.

Xiao Xue now walks down a bloody path,

Fraught with wrath. With pain and mindless bloodbaths.

This is the tale of a reincarnated pacifist…

Going. Rogue.

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Cover art by Xiaoyu Wang on Artstation