Caelan, like a forgotten person, sits alone on the ancient throne, his eyes piercing the hustle and bustle of the world, staring into the endless void. He is the last watchman, the only living creature in this world.
The threat of foreign enemies has been eliminated, but loneliness and silence have become his eternal significant others.
Is there any meaning of living alone in this desolate world?
In the hall, corpses scattered all over the place and dried blood stains. They silently tell the tragic story of the past. This is the final battlefield, and it is also the destination that Caelan has chosen for himself. "Maybe, I should go with you too." Caelan's voice trembles and his eyes show deep loneliness and despair. The dagger in his hand is as sharp as a cold moon, slowly aimed at his heart...
Just as Caelan's thoughts are immersed in the abyss of despair, ready to welcome the final liberation, a mechanical sound that pierces through the ice suddenly sounds.
"Warning!!!"
This brief alert bursts out from the boundless void crack, with unquestionable determination.
Caelan's figure suddenly freezes, and his pupils fill with shock and confusion. No one in this world should be alive!
He stands upright, looks around, and magic power surges all over his body, shouting angrily, "Who are you?! Show up quickly!"
This voice, blessed by powerful magic, turns into a majestic force, breaking through the shackles of the clouds, like the roar of an ancient dragon, resounding through the sky and shaking every inch of the earth.
But this question is like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no wave in the void to respond to him. The surrounding air seems to freeze, and only the terrifying magic power still surrounds him.
Caelan's face is low. With his current strength, he does not perceive the breath of other living creatures in this world except himself!
Either, he is hallucinating and mishearing; or, there is a person stronger than him who hides his breath and avoids his perception!
Hallucination happening to him is extremely ridiculous, so the answer is self-evident!
Caelan instantly becomes vigilant, and the magic power on his body becomes a little more intense, and his palm is in position, ready to chant the forbidden spell at any time. At this point, he has nothing to fear, at most death, but he must find out whether this living person is an enemy or a friend!
He has cast the closed forbidden spell "World Destruction" and sacrificed all creatures in the world except him. If the enemy has not been destroyed, it will be difficult for him to accept!
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At this moment, another mechanical sound without temperature resounds in the sky, with a majesty that silences all things, like the whispers of the oldest guardians of the universe, slowly and heavily tapping Caelan's eardrums.
"World Collapse Progress: 95%, activating the final emergency mechanism."
Caelan's eyes flash with astonishment, he is sure that this voice does not come from anyone, but from... this world!
Before he can think carefully, the cold and ruthless mechanical voice continues to haunt every inch of the world like a ghost.
"The search operation has started, target: the remnants of the mainland. Searching... 1%... 45%... 100%, search completed"
THE SEARCH RESULT Number of Remaining beings 1 Race Human Rank 12th
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[Analysis: The target cannot create the world, and the reconstruction has begun.]
Right after this sentence, the entire world seems to be lightly touched by an invisible hand, and it begins its most spectacular and mysterious transformation. At the edge of the sky, wisps of thick darkness, like ink marks on an ancient scroll, slowly spread out. They do not hurry, but firmly extend to the heart of the world, swallowing the scenery along the way one by one until even the last glimmer is swallowed up.
This darkness is not pure nothingness but contains some ancient and powerful force. As it moves forward, it gradually reveals a strange texture, as if it is a totem of another dimension, reorganizing reality in a way that is beyond comprehension. As the darkness advances, the stars in the sky extinguish one by one, like the eyes of a god closing, heralding the end of the old world.
When Caelan sees this scene, he is filled with fear. He struggles hard in this chaos, trying to cut through the darkness with the brilliance of magic, but every time the light touches the ink, it is like a candle thrown into the deep sea, instantly annihilated and silent. He can feel that this power is not destruction, but a deeper creation, which is dismantling the old order and weaving new universe latitudes and longitudes.
The earth trembles, the mountains, and rivers seem to have been reshaped by invisible craftsmen, the topography and landforms quietly change out of sight, the ancient forests recede, the emerging mountains uplift, the oceans change their course, and the land is reborn. This is a silent revolution, every inch of land, every drop of water, and even every grain of dust in the air is experiencing a cycle from existence to nothingness, and then from nothingness to new life.
"There is such a vision?!"
Caelan screams in his heart, even though he has an unprecedented power of '12th-rank', in the face of this overwhelming darkness, all magic cannot generate the slightest ripple. This is penetrating powerlessness - deeper and more suffocating than the fear of fighting against the countless alien armies that obscured the sky and the sun in the past. It is an awakening to the insignificance of his power and a sorrow for the limits of human beings in the face of the unknown.
Forget it, since there is no power to return to the sky, let all this... go with the wind.
Caelan's body slumps limply on the throne, his eyes slowly close, no longer resisting, allowing the endless darkness to surround and devour him...
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Time is like a long dream.
After the endless darkness, Caelan feels like he is in another world.
When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in a magnificent and solemn hall, its towering dome casting down beams of light that drape the chamber in a holy radiance.
"I... am still alive?" Caelan is very surprised, looking around, and everywhere his eyes can see is a familiar scene. "This seems like the conference hall of Westeroen City?"
Confused, his eyes inadvertently sweep across a corner, where the thing standing quietly makes his heart shake.
"In my memory, how could this conference hall be arranged like this?" The waves in his heart are stormy, and everything in front of him challenges his cognitive boundaries.
In the hall, four towering statues rise from the ground, reaching a height of more than ten meters, each one exuding an inviolable majesty and a heavy historical weight, and one cannot help but hold their breath at a glance.
The statues are dressed in different clothes, which are exactly the symbols of the four cornerstone occupations of the 'Mundus Magnus' world: Knight, Mage, Archer, Assassin.
Just as Caelan is immersed in the admiration of the statue's exquisite craftsmanship and incredible existence, his eyes slowly move up and freeze-frame the statue's face - it is his face.
"This... this is me?" His face stiffens, the corners of his mouth twitch, and the shock in his heart makes him a little at a loss.