Maggots feed on decay, then transform into flies; mountains of corpses and seas of blood give rise to swords of the highest order.

In the late Song and early Yuan dynasties, a distraught Song soldier awakens in the deserts of the Western Regions. Beside him lie countless gruesome skeletons, and in the distance, the young emperor he swore to protect. His past is hazy, his future uncertain. In a desolate valley, he will find an ancient palace, where he will encounter Mongols, Kazakhs, countless man-eating beasts, armored monsters, and a haunting, inescapable destiny.

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The world lies in ruins, the glory of civilization faded. Humanity survives, the sun's last rays still illuminating the world. A surviving scavenger wanders the devastated wilderness, yearning for a distant future. He clings to hope, hoping to find a home before his hopes fade, to carve out a future with his own hands, to build an enduring monument from the ashes of the apocalypse.

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