The time traveler who traveled tens of thousands of years late in the game used simulation to spark salvation in this era of silence of the Star God.
Ompharos:
The world is on the verge of burning out, the sun replaced by the icy dawn machine.
The fire thief stands high in the holy city, using lies as fuel and all living beings as firewood to maintain the false golden apocalypse.
An unlucky young man was cursed by fate, and even his memory and existence disappeared like quicksand.
He is a walking disaster, a plaything in the eyes of the gods.
A girl with forbidden blood is imprisoned in a high tower. She is the last echo of the old gods, predicting the dark tide that will flood the holy city.
When the desperate remains meet the weak fire,
When the damnation of mortality collides with the gleam of purification,
They embarked on a thorny road to spread the fire.
Under the gaze of gods, in the shadow of gold,
Use lies as a shield and bad luck as a blade,
Struggling, before finally coming, igniting the vague but enough to tear apart the long night——
The fire of hope.
Curses and blessings go together, destruction and rebirth intertwine.
This is a fire-chasing journey that spans thousands of years, and the prophesied end is at the end of the west wind - see you tomorrow.
Xia Die: We want to form a lifelong golden descendant.
Heather Yin: With thorns as allies and waves as evidence, you have to bring me a glass of wine next time we meet.
Saifeier: Old man, that was our last supper!
Tibao: It doesn't matter if you forget. "We" will still remember you when we meet next time.
Seele: ... Don't want to... Lose... Friends...
(Thousands of years later, Walter looked at the sung epic and smiled with relief)
