DABA Land of Water Scar

The Sky-Pillars have collapsed, the waters run dry, Daba slowly dies of thirst.
You are Adan. A Clayman who should not have awakened.
Walk ruined snowfields and deserts — Soul Fragments of fallen gods scatter, the shadow of Purple Plague spreads. Some see you as a savior. Some use you for ambition. And some — just want your hands to destroy all.
Beneath the ancient mask, twin blades in hand. Cross the parched earth, cut the lies — forced destiny, blazing ambition, every hand that pulls your strings.
Seize water, reforge soul! Even shattered, wake in ruins and move on.
The one bound to you waits at the end.
God, savior, or destroyer. Choose, and pay the price.