Three hundred years ago, a meteorite fell and people hid in underground cities.
Three hundred years later, my mother told her last words before the accident happened.
They say the ground is frozen, they say the awakened ones are monsters.
But unexpectedly, the "monsters" in the entire dungeon stood up, the frozen door was smashed open, and dawn broke.
My mother always said that the torrent of fate will push us forward. But now, fate has led me to a new shore.
Purpose: History is countless love and hope