At this time, an elder with gray hair walked up to the high platform, stood beside the Truth Monument and said loudly, "A thousand years ago, our ancestors, under the witness of the Truth Monument, launched a decisive battle against the indescribable fears in the glow of the Holy City," "How is this year's speech different from previous years?" "Yes, what does the dean think" There were bursts of uneasy whispers from the faculty on the side, each vaguely aware of something, and Fokker in the crowd looked up at the sky, "So is this the reason for postponing our recall date?" "Listen to me, Faulk, you're not fit to pretend to be deep. Barry, who was beside him, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, but the worry in his eyes lingered.

...... The speech continued: "In the war a thousand years ago, the heavens and the earth changed, all the blood flowed, the heroes fell, and the lives were destroyed. In the end, the ancestors traded their lives for victory. But the great prophet Tamius left a prophecy: "The matter is not over, the old rulers will not give up their control of the world (Cthulhu, "Sugar"), a thousand years is enough time for them to regain their ability to counterattack, and the war in a thousand years will be the end of everything...... Purple gas rises, and it will come with the light of hope.

"The millennium has come, I think you have the right to know this prophecy, study hard, and grow hard! I hope you will live, this is the only criterion for graduation, thank you. The principal took off his bachelor's hat and bowed deeply to the audience. There was a deathly silence in the audience, it was obvious that people would not be able to digest so much information for a while, Moss looked at the principal on the stage blankly, it was difficult to accept this fact, obviously a new life had just begun, why...... How can you be sure that the prophecy is correct!! "Yes, how do you know......!"

If it weren't for the dean's strong strength, I'm afraid there would have been a riot, "Silence!" The dean shouted, and invisible ripples swept across the entire square, directly depriving everyone of the ability to speak, "You ask me why I'm sure, right, the laws of this world are shaking! This is a precursor to disaster, just as there is a foreshock when an earthquake occurs, this has already involved the fundamental truth of the world, and it cannot be changed!" His face softened again, "But I am sure that war will never come in ten years." So try to become stronger, not for any honor, but for your own lives and the survival of Tiriscondor!" With that, he bowed deeply again and walked off the high platform, and everyone had the ability to speak again, but this time no one made a noise, and a flame burned in everyone's eyes, a flame called life!

Then the people were lifted up by a force of something, and they were divided into thousands of parts, ten people in each part, and ten people in each class. Moss was assigned to class 4706, and the soles of everyone's feet lit up with the light of the teleportation array, and in the next second, everyone appeared in their respective classrooms. Moss looked at the scene in the classroom: there were a few flowers and plants with a strange fragrance on the windowsill, smelling this smell Moss's mind was clear for a while, and the frightened mood just now calmed down, and several classmates around him were chatting about something, and their tones were full of worry.

"Hi, my name is Evans, what's your name?" The blonde boy on the side asked with a smile "My name is Moss, it looks like you're not worried about the end at all" Moss was a little strange, Evans looked at the scenery outside the window, the sun hit his face, gilding his face with a layer of gold (good flash, you're the protagonist, right) "What's the use of worrying? There are still ten years to use, ten years can do a lot of things, isn't it? The future will always be in your own hands to rest assured." ”

Moss didn't speak, just played with a small sculpture on the table, "Besides, this is our only home, a place to be guarded with our lives! No matter what happens, as long as there is hope, we can't give up." Moss gently put down the sculpture in his hand and stretched out his hand to Evans, "Hope is always the most beautiful thing in the world, isn't it?Prometheus?" Evans also stretched out his hand, "Prometheus doesn't dare to be, but hope is indeed the most beautiful" "Let's live together, for hope!" "And us!" A few classmates around walked over, "And me." "Falk?" "I'm your class leader, isn't it normal here" Eleven hands stacked together like a cog.

The train of doom has departed, the horn of war has sounded, and the track of fate has quietly turned in another direction......