Eventually, everything will collapse and human civilization will disappear.
In the dormant cabin, Wutong listened to Eden's song and didn't know what he was thinking.
As one of the few remaining fusion warriors of the Fire Chasing Moth, he can barely survive until the next era of civilization.
Shaoyan.
"Prometheus?"
"I'm here." Answered in an electronic voice with a hint of girlish youthfulness.
"Time."
"Everything is dormant and will start in one minute."
Wutong is quite sensitive to time.
He reached over to turn off the music and enter his password.
Eden's song stopped abruptly.
The most representative sounds of nature in this old era have disappeared and will no longer be heard.
Wutong found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.
"Good night, Prometheus."
"Good night, Mr. Wutong."
The dormant cabin slowly descends, the old world collapses, and a new world will eventually be born.
