Otherwise, the vast majority of people could only live underground, constantly digging deeper into the earth, surviving on the heat of the still-scorching magma deep below.
Originally, the people of this world had gradually adapted to this gloomy, nearly lightless world and a life almost devoid of hope. Life is always resilient. Even in a world like this, humanity still maintained its civilization and order. Perhaps this was the only thing they could be proud of.
However, as the Demon Tide gradually returned to the world, the once-stalled apocalypse began to advance again.
The small boat by the cliff wouldn't be so lucky as to stop a second time. The precipice was close at hand.
This time, not even a dim sliver of hope's light would have a chance to remain.
The end was near.
