The Last Archmage

"Daoyi, move forward, don't look back..." "Look ahead, the stars have cleared the way." The gurgling stream, carrying his endless panic and tears, rushed towards the deep black pine forest. He hugged the baggage and compass tightly, as if holding the last remaining warmth of the whole world. The forest is as deep as the sea, and the fog has gathered again, but it is no longer the familiar gentle look, but full of unknown confusion and chill. Only on the compass in the palm of his hand, seven blue crystals lit up weakly but stubbornly, guiding the only direction.