Mountains and rivers have no memory

This is a world shrouded in darkness.
The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature.
The only protection for humanity lies in fire.
But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished.
Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light.
Until Rod came to this world.
"Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?"
"This Soul, it's delicious."
"As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes."
"Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!"
"We've won!"
——
The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side.
And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world.
Yes, I am the last King of Darkness.
But...
Hello? Anyone, save me.

The Last King Of Darkness

The hall was built of light red bricks and adorned with copper railings and decorations. The warm color scheme created a relaxing and cozy atmosphere. A warm flame blazed in the fireplace, its orange glow enveloping the room like a mist.


A pot hung above the fire containing a bright yellow liquid that bubbled and frothed, emitting a fragrant and subtle scent.


There were many rooms on both sides of the hall, likely bedrooms for resting.


But whether it was the hall or the rooms inside, both were empty.


The Envoy said, "Now that the war is tense, all combatants in the ranks are on the front lines."


Rod asked in surprise, "Are there people who are not in the fighting ranks?"


The Envoy explained, "When combatants are unable to fight due to injuries, prolonged combat, state adjustments, rest rotations, or fulfilling duties, they will leave the fighting ranks, and at that time, combatants are not in the Fire Hall."


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