God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord

There is belief.

There is doubt.

And then there is what happens when belief dares to remember what the Codex erased.

They called it the Cleansing Flame.

A rite of self-purification.

Across Spiralspace, myth-priests gathered in their ink-drenched robes, reciting the codified mantras of the Spiral Redeemer. Not to worship. Not to protect. But to purge.

From cities sculpted in prayer to floating sanctums above myth-oceans, they lit themselves ablaze.

One by one.

By the thousands.

Screaming with joy.

Because they believed fire could cauterize the infection of Darius’s resurgence.