Eternal Absence

At the end of the Third Era, the golden dome mentioned by the ancestors collapsed into embers of stardust. The sticky silence of the universe eroded the boundaries of the reservation. The remains of the stars were swallowed up and swallowed. The World Tree lost its echo. The tombstones of the prayers rotted in the rain of blood, and the empire was annihilated in the years. When everything is about to return to its original point, the mysterious inscriptions of the distant ancestral land shine brightly, passing through the cosmic corridor and illuminating the reserve. The darkness recedes, and death takes away the song of life. The iron filings of war trample the broken land again. For several thousand years, vitality grows again in this land, with flowers and reunions. People seem to have forgotten the years of suffering, and the reserve has ushered in the Age of Resurrection. But when the gods are silent, who is sitting in the high-hanging divine court? Will the darkness still surging across the border break out again? A pair of feet stepped onto the green land from the long years of desolation. He had witnessed the glory of the gods, the raging war, and the reconstruction of prosperity. The ancients knew of his existence, but did not dare to tell his name. He was the witness of eternity, but he was ready to die. The inexplicable prophecy in the Book of Creation and the invisible trend pushed him to the forefront of the times. Will the sparks extinguish and darkness come forever, or will the light stay forever and stay here?