you wake up, it's 4 in the morning, you feel like you haven't slept at all. Nightmares of your hometown being burnt to ashes by Leshy's followers still plague your sleep. A tribe of nomadic merchants wiped out in a single moon... yet you're still here what a pain
[Cover belongs to me] Error is the (forced) god of destruction, Ink is the god of creation. Both are needed to keep the balance, but while one is loved the other is hated. Ink together with the judges elaborated a plan to finally stop Error. A deadly trap. Impossible to escape even for the feared destroyer. But someon...
Someone is reborn as error sans. Except, the life they have to live is far from the one they expected.