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Zretra has a long history, an ancient continent that has been torn by war, a demonic battlefield with surging undercurrents, dotted with religious beliefs, weird and mysterious cult organizations, intricate and unsolved codes, and the love between Mayflies and White Whales. The darkness keeps seeping. Go with the flow, or swim against it? When will the twilight night hanging high on this ancient continent usher in the dawn?

She sat on a chair and stared at the fire burning in the fireplace. The past that disappeared like the autumn wind on the Treyton Plain appeared before my eyes one by one, as if it was surging in my mind or burning in a bonfire. She stared at the scene in front of her, took a sip of his favorite wine, and felt the bitterness rippling in her mouth. The candlelight swayed beside her, as if it had rested on her husband's warm shoulder, listening to him with the children as he told about the horrific undead in Dougherty City. She still remembers everything clearly. The Demophis Wilderness is connected into an endless field of corpses; the dragon's wings cover the sky and the sun. She saw the figure holding the sword high. The bonfire caressed her face, and nostalgia and attachment spread intertwinedly.

She sat on a chair and stared at the fire burning in the fireplace. The past that disappeared like the autumn wind on the Treyton Plain appeared before my eyes one by one, as if it was surging in my mind or burning in a bonfire. She stared at the scenery in front of her, listened to the silent snow outside the window, took a sip of the green wine produced by the Forest of Life, and felt the bitterness rippling in her mouth. The flickering candlelight sprinkled the dim light on her cheeks, and under the warm embrace, it was as if she had leaned on her husband's shoulder with peace of mind, listening to him with the children as he told about the terrible undead in Dougherty City. She still remembers everything clearly. The wilderness of Demophis is connected to endless corpses, corpses crawling up staggeringly in the North Canyon; the dragon's wings that cover the sky, the flames burning in its bloody mouth; the magic of priests and witches shining brightly, the priest's darlings covering the battlefield; the knights with stained armor holding up their shields, broken bow strings, and the howls of beasts are clear and loud. She saw the figure holding the sword high. The bonfire caressed her face, and nostalgia and attachment spread intertwinedly.