Wonder: I Have a Golden Hand

I haven't read any novels recently, so I wrote one, please read it (bow!) (ง•̀_•́)ง In the year 13427 of the New Calendar, the main plane of Ellaria governs the secondary plane Norendor, Lacja City, Lane Borg Extraordinary Academy, History Classroom, Sunlight shines through the glass window engraved with simple "spirit gathering runes" and onto the slightly old wooden desk. Mr. Palmer, the history teacher, is standing in front of a light screen that uses a "photographic crystal" to project a historical picture. His voice was gentle but had a sense of history: "'The system built for tens of millions of years suddenly collapsed on that day'... It is recorded in ancient books. No one knows what happened specifically. People only saw the sky being torn apart, and billions of burning fireballs—perhaps meteorites from the sky, or some unimaginable spell—smashing destruction and hitting the earth." The images on the light screen changed accordingly, showing a doomsday scene: magnificent wonder buildings collapsed like sand castles in the shock wave, towering ancient trees were turned into charcoal, bustling cities were instantly reduced to black smoke-emitting ruins, and continuous mountains were forcibly torn open huge rifts. "That was a real natural disaster. Even the strong men in the Holy Realm were as small as dust in the face of such a mighty force of heaven and earth. They were not spared." Palmer's voice deepened: "The fire of civilization was almost extinguished."