On the eve of the assessment of the Wood Spirit Magic Tribe, Hui Qing was extremely excited: "Master! I have learned a new magic. In this assessment, I must be the first!"
That was the last bright moment in her memory. Afterwards, in her chaotic memory, she sealed herself in a coffin and fell into a deep sleep.
When I wake up again, a thousand years have passed.
The magic is gone, the homeland is no longer there, and there is no trace of the magic family. She is the only one who remembers the once brilliant magical civilization.
She seems to have become the last magician in the world, wandering alone in this world dominated by humans for only three things:
Looking for the truth behind the demise of the magician,
Looking for everything related to magic,
Looking for things she forgot in her chaotic memory.
The distant call finally reached her ears, and she held up all her expectations.
"Wake up, we are waiting for you."
Intention: Don't be afraid of loneliness, keep walking