What if ultimate freedom wasn't about breaking the rules, but understanding the cage? When a god overturns Heaven itself, only to find he can never escape the palm of a hand, he's forced to learn the heaviest chains aren't forged by enemies, but by his own pride. Five hundred years of wind and rain. Five hundred years of solitude. This is not the end of a myth, but the beginning of an epic journey inward. Before being crushed, did you ever truly understand the heavens, or yourself?
