I Killed and Killed in the Last Years of the Empire

Our country has declined, the majestic and magnificent towers are stained with dust, and the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country are no longer mentioned. Loyalty makes him a betrayer, bravery lets him die in the dust. Darkness and filth fill every corner of this country. The gods have gone far away and the extraordinary is not revealed. In this era, are there still people who light firewood in the wind and snow and hold up the flame for the world?