The Lonely Fire in the Evil Night

He walked out of the endless fog, but lost his footing and fell to the ground. He woke up from the legendary fairy mountain and became the only remaining guardian in this world. He is full of ignorance about himself and this strange world, and the almost mechanical rationality in his mind urges him to save this world with only the remnants of civilization left - the night is no longer safe, and strange creatures are everywhere raging in the darkness. The towering city wall has become the only thing humans can trust, and the other is the light that stays up all night, bringing the last hope to the darkness. The blood-red sea water, the blue sun, and the endless chatter in the darkness. Brilliant magical arts, complex veins, and elixirs named after stars but full of mysterious effects. Precise armor, boiling boilers, technology that exists in ancient times but is difficult to understand. This bizarre new world subverted all his perceptions. Is this a world of immortality or a world of science fiction? But compared to protecting this world, there is a more realistic problem before us—— Does anyone know why the spiritual power of a great guardian deity is a purple-black, ominous flame-like mist? Ah? Ah?