They say the Ancients put the Halo in the sky. They say the Ancients made everything, seven thousand years ago after the Primordial Wars. They say the Ancients created two Heavens, Land and Sky.
But there's only the Hell I live in.
Here, the strange energy called Power is the foundation of mankind. Absorbing it grants Cultivators strength and longevity. The Golems on the farms use Power, the food I eat is laced with Power. Even the flies are useful when they are Possessed by Spirits of Power.
Here, everyone wants Power.
My name is Solera. Born in the small country of Eden, I've spent my entire life training for combat I hope will never come. But the road to Power is a road of blood. Swept up in a world war two thousand years in the making, what will happen to me?
Warning: Heavy gore, dark themes. Despite its title and setting, this story is not about an overpowered xianxia fantasy trip.