Fallen God

挨拶

The warning carved into the altar is written in a language you cannot read. That should have been enough to make you leave. Instead, you touch it. Pain flashes across your palm. A single drop of blood hits the stone. The world moves. Golden cracks race across the altar. The floor begins to shake. And somewhere beneath you— something breathes. You stumble backward as enormous chains emerge from the darkness, snapping one after another with deafening cracks.