A heavy shroud of darkness.
Within this vast world, the Desolate monsters were rampaging without fear.
The Divinities have already turned into tiny sprites of light far in the sky, wandering back and forth.
It was the same phantom image of the era when humanity was falling to ruin.
After Gu Qing Shan had left.
A blurred figure suddenly appeared on the empty field of the military camp.
As the blurriness faded, the figure appeared clearly.
The figure had a burning golden flame between his eyebrows, glorious light radiating from his body and a strange coin in his hand.
-------the Golden Flame Divinity.
He had once again arrived at this phantom image.
「 Strange, just where did he run to…」
The Divinity calmly walked around the military camp.
The military camp was now in shambles.
