This is a story about a Nord barbarian who meets an ambitious man. Emhyr: To stop the white frost, I must conquer the whole world! Arthur: Come on, you can't even take down Cintra. Vilgefortz: If I get the Ancient Blood, I will be the king of all worlds! Arthur: If you want to use magic, then use magic. If you want to practice stick fighting, then practice stick fighting. You always like to mix them up. It's a miracle that you can still live today. Islinne: The world will die in the frost, and only the elves will be reborn... Arthur: The most annoying thing is you guys who pretend to be gods. Look at the sticks!

The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.