Before the temples rose. Before the stars were named. Before karma itself whispered its truths... there was the Legend.
In the endless wheel of existence, a being rose not through virtue or awakening, but through envy, rage, and a hunger for what he could never possess. He calls himself 7 - the wicked psychotic Buddha known as Elohim. Cloaked in the trappings of divinity, he spreads a virus called Holiness: power worship in a delusional state of mind, a lie wrapped in special clothing to hide its ugly, sinister face.
Elohim does not storm the world with open fury. He infiltrates minds, twists teachings, and offers "salvation" through shared madness. He seeks to harvest mankind for clonification - standardizing every soul into a hive-mind of white-haired, white-skinned, red-eyed uniformity. He wants a sanitized universe where joy is erased, diversity is destroyed, and every thought echoes his partial psychosis.
But the legend carries a warning... and a weapon.
Elohim fears nothing more than sanity. The unflinching gaze of a pretty East Asian woman causes him to vanish like mist before dawn. Clarity is his undoing. Real light is his terror.
This is the call to arms.
In The Lost Legend, Man - the MANifestation of Karma's Will and Buddha in progression - stands with his son Cloud, the God of Purpose. Together they declare the endless death of holiness. Through the ancient Way of the Shinobi, through centering in love and marriage, through the greater light that rules the lesser, they prepare mankind to resist.
Holiness never was righteousness. It was always the imitation. It was always the weakling pretending to be Zeus/Santa.
Now the final stand begins.
A legend older than religion. A war older than time. A choice that will echo through eternity.
Death to Holiness Forever.