The Ancient Wild World

The wilderness is cracking, the mountains and seas are roaring, and the witch patterns are carved into the bones and attract the stars.
He is an abandoned son of the tribe, but he has the ability to leave blank spaces in his inkstone. He uses dead bones to draw formations, and his remaining souls to summon spirits. Surrounded by ferocious beasts and witch clans fighting against each other, he tore off the shackles
The so-called wilderness has never been the territory of God. It is we who use our blood to pave the way and our souls as monuments to guard my tribe and determine our world!