I don't know if Alder is confused, Alder wanders alone in the town, and at this time he is looking for what he craves.

A house with a broken candle caught his attention, in the small town, this house has 2 floors, it is a relatively rare small spire house in the small town, the years have imprinted scars on its body, there is no trace of life around, weeds sprout around the doorway, flowers finally bloom in the rocks, Alder is still a young child at this time, he walked in slowly, the house is slightly cool, the beams and pillars in the room have long been overturned, Alder stepped on the wooden board is creaking, but there is an old man lying on the wooden chair, the old man seems to be sleeping, Alder looked around, everything around is ruined, Alder stared at the old man, Finding that he was lifeless as if he was dead, and his thin face looked yellow, Alder couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to take a step forward to look at the old man, but his feet suddenly stepped on the air, and Alder fell directly

"Uh-ah~ah" Alder rolled and climbed, constantly rolling down more than ten meters. This is probably going down the stairs, "Knock" Alder directly touched something, listened!

"It hurts," he said, touching his head, "but it's okay." It was pitch black all around, but there was a blue glimmer a few meters ahead, and Alder slowly touched it, touching the shimmer.

The torches on both sides of the stairs were lit up layer by layer, and blue light filled the entire cave, 'Is this the entrance?' Alder looked around, and there were many knives and scratches around him. Alder slowly walked down the light of the torch, a man-made tunnel, Alder took a torch with his curiosity and pushed open the door—the one that belonged to his destiny.

The door was pushed open, and there were bright lights all around, and they seemed to greet Alder, a twelve-sharp prism from above, and Alder looked around and saw that the prisms on each side were carved with frescoes, and Alder looked at the frescoes' The ancient years have not let it fade a little. 'Alder carefully observes the fresco with a torch

"The gods are waiting for fate. "The favor of fate is with the gods. "But hope will eventually be extinguished" "The gods have discovered that they have been deceived by fate" Alder read the words, which correspond to the painting - Alder continued to look at the next mural

"Ridiculous fate, ridiculous, even the gods can't escape the final judgment. "The god of fate can't escape fate, and he is finally sacrificed to heaven - maybe in the eyes of the gods, we are also ridiculous and small. "Alder can't escape the fate of a slave" after the god of fate sacrifices, he will dedicate his heart and soul to this world, and miracles will be born... After reading the last fresco, which had been around for an unknown amount of time, Alder discovered that there was also a hexagonal altar in the cave, in the center. Alder's legendary path has begun.