Darkness is the deepest fear.

No matter how brave and fearless a warrior is, there will always be a little hesitation in his heart when facing the infinite chaos that has existed since the beginning of time, but the reason why a warrior is a warrior and a hero is a hero is that they dare to face the fear engraved in the instinct of life and get rid of the hesitation in their hearts - unfortunately, no matter what era it is, there are always very few such people.

At the very least, Amy was sure that he didn't have such a strong mind - but that he couldn't do it didn't mean that such people didn't exist, on the contrary, only in the lower part of Hemtika, the boy knew that there was a forerunner who walked through the deep night, through the nameless mist, and in the waves of chaos, although he did not really reach the lost royal city of Prometheus, but the spirit of daring to give and act was enough to move anyone.

Amy is one of them.

So he planned to visit this legendary traveler in person.

Even if it's nightfall.

The night road of Hemtika is very dark and dark, although it is not so much that you can't reach out and lose your fingers, but in the middle of the fog in the middle of the night, you can't see anything other than the faint road ahead—in today's weakening power of the fire, the boundary between the lower and the fog is becoming more and more ambiguous, and sometimes it is even difficult to distinguish the whispering in the darkness, whether it is the cool murmur of the evening breeze or the evil whispers of demons hidden in the fog.

The mist dwells the desolate creatures.

Under the impetus of people with hearts, the rumors spread far and wide, and the already cold night in the lower area became more and more lonely, walking in the fog of black and white, not only his own heartbeat, but the boy could even clearly hear the friction sound of leather boots stepping on the gravel - even knowing that it was impossible for a demon to break through the blockade of the fog area before the arrival of a new round of decay of the fire, it was undeniable that in such a depressing atmosphere for a long time, a little sound not only could not make people relax, but it was easy to have a sense of confusion that reason was slowly gnawed.

Fear stems from the unknown.

Amy slowly chewed this proverb inherited from the ancestors, felt the power flowing in the depths of her blood, felt the fiery feeling faintly coming from the dark blood of the short sword hidden in her sleeve, and used the power of order to dispel the haze shrouded in her body, and calm her restless mind little by little.

The Descendants of Glory are not just beautiful names, what makes them stand on the top of the mortal world is not only the glory created by their ancestors, but also the pure bloodline inherited from the pioneers of chaos - and the power of order contained in the bloodline - among which the powerful can even reproduce the glory of the ancestors, showing extraordinary power enough to compete with the evil beasts manifested in the mortal world, they are the saviors of destiny, the true chosen ones.

Bathing in the mountains, I will be crowned king!

The king who created the surname Caesar wrote in his autobiography - even in the time of kings, there were not many chosen people who could perfectly inherit the blood of their ancestors, and if you take a cycle of twenty years, there are often only three or five chosen ones in a generation, and they are all worthy of the uncrowned king at that time, the strongest knights gathered under the banner of the king, and there is no rival everywhere they go.

And if the old king falls in the dark catastrophe, Prometheus will hold a ceremony to elect the king in the royal capital, and the heroes and heroes from the territory of order will gather together to determine the successor who is truly qualified to participate in the transmission of fire with swords and wisdom, and accept the inheritance of kings in the holy land of order created by the primordial fire, and from then on breathe with the fire, share the fate with mankind, and become a strong shield and blade to defend the order, and an immortal sage.

Although there are no rules, the one who achieves the final victory is always the chosen one who is born with the blood of glory.

The name "The Chosen One" may be widely spread from this, but whether it is Amy is not very sure is that the era of the kings is too far away from him, and in this era of nameless fog cutting off the communication of various city-states, the Chosen One is just a legend, a legend that cannot even be determined whether it exists or not- However, there are still many people who have always been willing to believe that if the Dark Ages can really be ended one day, then the one who ends it must be the Chosen One, more precisely, the Chosen One who found the lost royal city of Prometheus in the dark wave, won the first place in the Chosen King under the witness of the primordial fire, completed the trial of the flame bearer, and inherited the power of the king!

There is even a prophecy that says:

King I died in betrayal

II: The Lost Royal City took away the last of its glory

III The world has lost its light

IV Demons Flurry

The flames in the darkness faded

The wheels of VI's fate turn again, and the traveler who pursues the light turns and walks into the darkness

VII is disappointed in disappointment, desperate in despair

VIII The lost have discovered the light

IX's Chosen One, who pursues his fate, arrives in the lost royal capital

X Truth is annihilated in blood

XI The King of the Newborn brings light

XII World Peace

XIII finally arrived in the ideal country

The lame prophecy without rhyme or confrontation, perhaps just satisfying people's fantasies about a savior and a good life, is so popular in Hemtika that even Amy, who is in the upper classes, is familiar with it—of course, the teenager is more of a scoff, and this kind of blindly optimistic development like a vulgar novel can only come from the mouths of drunk, third-rate poets.

The Chosen One, the Lost King, the Newborn King, etc., the key words of these prophecies will definitely come true - if humanity is really capable of surviving this wave of chaos - after all, even the Great Wall of Eternal Night has fallen, and the only one who can save humanity in danger is the newborn king who inherits the power of the king through the trial of the firebearer, and the chosen one and the lost royal capital Prometheus are the indispensable conditions for the birth of the newborn king. Therefore, prophecy is nothing more than a verbal deception that deliberately tells the inevitable thing in ambiguous terms, and it cannot be counted at all, and only a fool will regard it as insightful and place all his body and mind on that ethereal hope.

But this prophecy is not worthless, at least it tells people what has happened in the past, and what is happening now - the prophecy can be divided into three parts: past, present, and future, from the death of the old king to the dance of demons depicting the end of the age of kings and the advent of the dark ages, and the part involving travelers represents people's efforts now, and then those ambiguous processes hidden under the inevitable result are the ontology of the prophecy, which is meaningless text garbage.

There is only one path in front of humanity, and that is to find the lost royal city of Prometheus - whether it is inheriting the power of kings through the trial of the fire bearer, or seeking the forbidden knowledge left by the legendary ancestors in the ruined city, there is no way around this ancient city that enshrines the primordial fire.

Therefore, as the power of the fire is declining day by day, even if we know that there is a boundless darkness ahead that will be devoured by people, there are still pioneers who are brave enough to move forward for the future of mankind.

That's the Traveler.

Most of them disappeared into the depths of darkness, but a few were lucky enough to cross the demon-infested fields of chaos, and took root in another fertile soil of order, incognito, completely abandoning their mission - as for the one who actually found the lost capital of Prometheus, perhaps it did not exist at all - and even if they did, they were probably buried in the endless dark wasteland of the deepest night.

The world has long lost its light.

The dense and almost indissolvable darkness envelops the entire world of order, perhaps from a higher point of view, their so-called self-help is nothing more than the headless flies on the hot pot like moths to the fire, one after another self-defeating, but as a member of the human race, Amy instinctively admires their sacrificial spirit, and instinctively is curious about the dark world outside the lights of order.

What the hell will be there?

Although order and chaos are commonplace topics, unspeakable blind foolishness has been the biggest taboo in the human world since ancient times, even in this era of unprecedented ambiguity between order and chaos, there are still very few brave people who dare to break away from the protection of fire and set foot in the dark territory, and among them, there are only a handful of returnees who can be alive and awake, at least in the city of Hemtika.

He was a living treasure trove that even figures like Duke Goldsworthy held in high esteem.

Legend has it that thirty years ago, a lost traveler came out of the fog and caused a sensation in the city, and Duke Goldsworthy, as the lord of the city, went to the lower district to greet the old man who was erratic and looked weak - but time passed, and the old man who kept silent about all the dark frontiers was gradually forgotten by the upper class, and lived quietly like an ordinary old man in the dirty and dilapidated streets of the lower city, living in a small and simple hut.

His behavior is somewhat incomprehensible to Amy, being able to travel through the four realms that have been deeply eroded by the power of chaos, the old man's body must have the blood of the glorious in his body, even if he does not admire his fame, gold and silver treasures are also at his fingertips, how can he be, how can he fall into this situation?

Thinking so, the boy stopped slightly hesitantly in front of the dark tiled house.

Hovers in front of the door a moment before knocking.

I don't know if I'll be met if I'm going to be there if I can - if I could, Amy would like to be more prepared, but there is no time left, the danger of the lower zone is no less than that of the upper zone, and he who has been caught in the center of the storm may not have time to visit this old man in Hemtika City who may know the secrets of chaos in the near future, if he only seeks stability, he is likely to miss the opportunity to see into the darkness.

After all, the old man is very old, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a candle in the wind.

So after much hesitation, he knocked on the door.

But unexpectedly, the door was not latched, but the door to the living room was opened with a slight touch, and the surprised gaze happened to meet the light of a pair of dark blue eyes inside the door.

Amy couldn't help but feel a pimple in her heart, but she still bowed slightly to the owner who looked at her:

"Excuse me—"

There was a slight pause in his voice, and then he said the name of the owner of the place.

—Mr. Ignati. ”