(No cp + grassroots heroine + group portrait + infrastructure + sword and magic)
This is the story of an ordinary girl - until the dragon flames burned her village, and what she bent down to pick up was a piece of charred wood that was still breathing.
Seventeen-year-old Lila was just a farm girl in the border land. She never thought that history would drag her into the torrent of fate in such a cruel way. When the breath of the ancient red dragon reduced the Oak Village to ashes, she was the only difference among the seventeen survivors: the charred stone came to life and shimmered in her palms, and the pulse of the earth echoed heavily in her ears. Under the ruins, an ancient contract that had been completely forgotten was beating slowly with every heartbeat of hers.
The scorched earth she was standing on was no ordinary land. This is the lost city of resonance - the silent tomb of Atalantis. Elves once built cities with songs here, dwarves used hammers to shape shapes here, the whispers of mermaids once made the fountains levitate, and the silhouette of the dragon once perched on the top of the tower... Until a "Great Oblivion" swept everything, erasing all songs, oaths and names.
The past has been forgotten, the present is still going on, and where is the future?
