The Land of the Widowed

This is a sad era, an era of war. Before the saint's thoughts fade away, the evil spirits in the shadows and fog are planning to usurp the world under the sun. The gods of the past fade away and magic decays. Alchemy became the bridge to wonder and reality. Disputes over beliefs have caused human beings to fall apart. The shadows of divine power and royal power have shrouded the continent. The crisis-ridden situation is full of unreasonable disasters. And the crown molten fire in the shadow, the black scepter appeared again. --------------------------------------- My name is Yarod, a wanderer from a foreign land. I don't know one day, but there was an owl made of gears beside me, and it reminded me tirelessly that I should save the world. Holy day, I'm not a big shot, I just have some strange memories in my head. What happened next was that I embarked on this road inexplicably.