The Rising Sun Will Rise

The shadow of chaos spreads from the abyss, and the whispers of evil gods hover in the corners of the continent of Avalon. This land that was once kissed by the sun and nourished by fertile soil trembles because of the indescribable covetousness - the followers of the evil god are like ants, holding twisted totems, stepping through the ruins of villages and towns, using blood as a guide and mourning as a sacrifice, trying to tear open the cracks in the dimension and pour the torrent of chaos into the world. Once upon a time, the brilliance of the Lord of Light dispelled the haze, the Lord of Darkness' checks and balances protected the balance, and the blessings of the two gods shrouded Avalon like the sky. Human beings cultivated and lived under the bath of divine grace, city-states stood in many places, and civilization bloomed like flowers. But when the conspiracy of the evil gods was directed at the gods, and when the two gods finally closed their eyes, the dome of protection shattered. Human beings who have lost the guidance of gods are like ships that have suddenly lost their lighthouse, drifting in the storm of chaos. The once fertile land has become a hell on earth, and despair is like a heavy dark cloud, weighing down every Avalonian. Some people knelt down in front of the ruins and prayed for the gods to wake up. Some people huddled up in the darkness, but the claws of chaos were still spreading, seeming to completely swallow up the last trace of life in this continent. But the unyielding people of Avalon firmly believe that the rising sun will eventually rise and dispel the haze of chaos; Avalon will eventually be reborn and shine brighter on the ruins of struggle. This is not a vain prayer, but an inevitable outcome written by the countless people of Avalon who unite as one and write with courage and perseverance - because human hope is always more powerful than disaster.