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

After so many years shrouded in black fog, no one dared to imagine what kind of terrifying monsters might have been born within it.


The hall was eerily quiet, so silent that one could hear a pin drop.


After a long while, Luo Weiya, the Fire Son, stood up and said indifferently, "King, this means we have little time left."


Many people hadn't snapped back to reality, wondering, "What does he mean by little time left?"


"You're right, Luo Weiya, we indeed do not have much time left."


"According to the latest revision by the White Tower, there are only twenty-seven days left until this year's Bright Festival. We must make all preparations and arrive at Starry Sky City before the eve of the festival."


With a wave of his hand, the King continued.


"The moment the Bright Festival arrives, that will be the start of the decisive battle."


No sooner had his words fallen than there was dead silence once again.


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