High in the sky, there were no dreamlike clouds floating, dead white light pierced every corner, and the stones floating in the air collided with the broken bones with a slight sound.

A sharp-billed monster bird with only a hideous skeleton, spreading its wings and swinging its nine heads, screaming as it floated through the rocks. Soon, in the midst of screams echoing in the air, came to the center around which all the floating objects were around.

The broken wall surrounded a tall pillar that formed a circle, and the nine-headed bird circled around the pillar, rushing to the top of the pillar with no end in sight, and saw the so-called "god".

The god hung upside down, and in the light of the rocks, he looked remarkably at ease and peace.

But when you get closer, you will notice that he is unusual, the nine-headed bird landed steadily on the bronze giant crucified at the feet of the god, and the nine heads swayed, looking at the god whose clothes were tattered and had long been eroded by the winds from above.

God's face was the only place in his body that wasn't worn out, and the eyes were silently frozen under the pale eyelids, as if alive.

All this up to this point is in line with the history that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the myths that have been circulated thousands of years later.

But this assumption ends here. The nine-headed bird will become the only living creature in the desolate land of heaven and earth, and it will not be an ordinary bird.

Or rather, the only living creatures.

The nine-headed bird, or the scythe, or one of Odin's crows, Fokine, said very unceremoniously, "It's night, master." ”

The god, whose face was so dry, did open his eyes vigorously, and a pair of golden eyes were shining, adding some life to the pale world.

God chuckled and broke the embarrassment, "It's 1908 A.D., last time you told me about Marx's book, what is it this time." ”

Fokine took a deep breath, as a bird, this action was a bit difficult, he patiently said, "This time I learned about electrical technology......"

"Alas, you shouldn't have been left at that time, dear Fujin, every day is a thought, a concept, boring to death, so nostalgic for Wu Ning, you can tell me a lot of stories, from the beginning of the dragon clan to the beginning of Ragnarok." God rolled his eyes and mercilessly interrupted Fokine's words.

Fujin was very angry, but there was no way, after all, he was not the one who was nailed and uncomfortable, so he had to accommodate this wayward god.

God struggled to concave his eyes and stared at the bronze nail on which Fokine stood, "It's worn out a lot, and I'll be able to get out in a while." ”

Fojin bowed his head and said respectfully and solemnly, "The wind from above is always waiting for your return, and the starlight reflected on the earth is always your eyes." ”

God laughed again, this time no longer with a lighthearted smile, but with a cold mockery, "My sacrifice is only for the sake of the fulfillment of others." ”

The golden eyes were fixed on the nails on their feet, and in an instant, the wind swept up, and the old bronze object, no longer existed, and turned into a dust floating in the silence.

The half-decayed god is gone.

Faujin flapped his wings and circled around the marble pillar that had once nailed the gods, the wind held up his bronze skeleton, the clouds dissipated with the wind, the half-withered World Tree was revealed in the air, and on the far other side, there was the once-glorious city of the past.

……

1908, Tunguska.

The crater left behind by the explosion was temporarily unapproached, and in the lower Tunguska, some distance from the Tunguska and Yenisei rivers, the peasant Andrei was returning from the forest to the village with his hounds, sitting on the stones by the roadside, stopping to warm himself with wine.

The hound lay quietly on his stomach, and Andre drank with confidence, feeling the warmth and spiciness of the inferior wine, and staring at the road ahead.

It was at this time that a ragged child, without the hounds being alert, pounced out of the woods and plunged into his prey, and Andrei was startled, pulled out his shotgun, and when he found out that it was a child, he relaxed his vigilance.

He didn't notice that the hounds beside him were not unaware, but trembling and motionless in fright.

Andrei picked up the child, the child's eyes were black, his facial features were beautiful, but his eyes were extremely hollow, his head was wrapped in a piece of animal skin from nowhere, and his clothes were also tattered, in the deep snow forest, it was really a little amazing.

André tried to ask the child questions, but he remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the results of the hunt.

"Why don't you go to the village with me? Alas, forget it, what to discuss with you, I want to care if you are not my freedom......" The peasant Andrei put the child down and casually stuffed a piece of air-dried ham into his hand, "My food is good enough for you." ”

He jokingly slapped the child on the head, dramatically removing the comical animal skin that had wrapped around his head.

A white thread poured out, like life, and stretched frantically towards the ham in the child's hand, and then to the farmer's prey.

As if the white hair with life began to grow, slowly hanging on the surrounding trees and stones, and all the objects involved in the silk threads were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, André saw that the ordinary piece of ham, twisted and deformed in the child's hand, along the countless silk threads, turned into a liquid of only a faint color.

"Devil, devil!" Andrei couldn't believe his eyes, and he only had time to let out an exclamation, make a sharp U-turn, and stumble away.

In his last moments, there was only the boy and the living creatures around him wrapped in white silk threads, and his last good fortune was that he seemed to be really running faster than the silk thread, and the silk thread did not catch up, and the boy's quiet gaze only followed him.

Was it his delusion? The eyes just now were clearly golden......

It was as if the boy was wrapped in a cocoon, watching him quietly, watching the things in his hands and around him being slowly "digested".

There was nothing alive left to consume around the Tunguska Pit, so he instinctively walked out of the forest and went north along the river, only to encounter strange creatures.

This living creature can talk and also has consumable items.

The poor hound on the ground, his whole body was wrapped with silk threads, and the silk threads were still spreading greedily, and at last only his eyes were wrapped, and finally, only the dregs that had gone with the wind.

The boy's white silk slowly retracted, and his bare feet stepped over what the peasants had left behind just now—only the wreckage—and walked forward step by step along the route of Andrei's escape.

His black eyes were still the same, dragging his frosty white hair, in a sense his killing weapon, he still looked aimless, with no past and no future, and he was the most suitable traveler in this world covered by ice and snow.

The road the boy walked on was silent, and the lights in the village far ahead, the lights came on, and it seemed to be calm again.

He rewrapped his head and walked straight into the village, surrounded by the smoke and fire of the world, and the distant memories were blocked from the village, in the great pit of Tunguska.

An ordinary village quietly has one more guest, and a lot of things are running again......