After the Red Ark tore apart the sky, human civilization fell into eternal night.
From that day on, steel city walls replaced rockets and nuclear bombs, and the dim light of candlelight annihilated airplanes and cars... The monument of civilization forged by reason collapsed into the cornerstone of a cage.
And disaster, the first cry of the Ark.
The gray mist of Nimi filled the earth, stretching out its tentacles like a ghost in a mirror, dragging the remaining order into the quagmire of madness.
In this era, human life is as cheap as dirt;
In this era, humans burn candles to illuminate the night.
As the high wall collapsed, everyone saw a "trash" standing on top of the ruins.
His eyes hide the galaxy of creation, and he laughs and cries sometimes.
The curtain of doom rumbled open behind him,
He spread his arms toward the ark, and the hollow roots in his palms penetrated the heaven and the earth:
"Gentlemen, let's see——
I use the seven trees as an anchor to save civilization from capsizing! "
