Under the quiet sunken sea, the remnants of the ancient kingdom are waiting. My hometown is filled with abandoned wastewater and mutilated corpses.
In hell, the ruins of the empire reflect the glory of the past, and the witch's flames reduce everything to ashes, leaving only the lonely elemental elf venting the flames of anger.
The tyrant of the jungle ignited the war, the wizard was sealed, and the demigod was slaughtered. The existence above the starry sky, the fallen remains are looking for successors on the ground.
In the midst of light and darkness, flames were born, turning everything into ashes. This was the only idea of the God of Fire.
Dragons roar, gods whisper, machines run out of control, tyrants disappear, and ancient gods gaze upon alien existences.
It all starts with slime.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
