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 words of the puppet Aphro deeply shocked Rod and made him realize the reality even more thoroughly.


This world had completely fallen into darkness and was accelerating in its plunge, with Black Fog eroding all of time and space it could reach, turning countless strong beings into monsters.


Surviving humans huddled by the light of fires, trembling in the howling Gale and boundless darkness, while the eerie shapes of monsters flickered in and out of sight at the misty edge where the fire's light met the Black Fog.


What was more terrifying was that within humanity itself, there were madmen trying to extinguish the fires and embrace the darkness.


And Rod knew all too well that there was something even more horrific—the Holy Fire that supported human existence was on the verge of collapse.


Once the Holy Fire went out, the consequences would be unimaginable.


Chapter 358 The Prince of the North