The Remaining Day of the Fire Spring

That day, the sun sank below the horizon and never rose again. Twenty-three years have passed, and daytime has become a myth, while eternal night covers every inch of frozen soil. Human beings huddled near the fire springs to survive, relying on the glowing sun stones to grow mutated grains, and counting down the rest of their lives in the gap between darkness and hunger. He struggled with the strange illness for a month. All his fellow travelers died, but he survived. Hunger, cold, the pity of the villagers - every day reminds him that survival itself is a luxury. Until he had practiced hard for many years in physical training, his skin began to glow with a faint silver light. That's not the color of fire fountains. Nor was it any kind of light he had ever seen. Something is awakening in the deeper darkness. In the stone chamber deep in the cracks in the ground, the Orion sitting cross-legged had guarded the door for twenty-three years, and finally waited for someone to knock on the door. The bottle of blue liquid he picked up from the corpse in his hand, the only character "Yu" recognized on the torn leather roll, and the metal plate that was hot deep in the frozen soil - all pointed in the same direction. North. Over the mountain. The source of the fire spring that three city-states competed for. He must go. Not because of what he wants to be. It was because he put a drop of mineral mineral in the hand of a five-year-old child and said—— "My uncle promises you that I will take you to a place with dawn in the future." In the twenty-three years of eternal night, someone is waiting for dawn.