This is the current Windsor and Mensa.
They bear the former titles of 'God of Hope' and 'God of Tyranny', but in reality, they are nothing more than a grotesque patchwork.
They cling to life, escaping the pursuit of formidable enemies, while leading two factions of the Spirit Race to survive in different ways.
"We are not complete spirits... nor free wills... Every fall of the Spirit Race, my children... every faint tremor of the soul stone in the network... tears at our false shell..."
Countless fine, faintly glowing "spiritual threads" appeared in Gu Hang's expanded mental vision, extending out from the God of Thousand Faces' shattered core, oozing divine pus and blood.
Each one is as thin as a spider's silk, fragile enough to be broken with a breath, yet they penetrate the veil of space, casting faint, despairing projections into the physical universe.
