Ark Undead

"To be honest, I quite enjoy catching up on sleep at your place. If you stay, I can even bring you firewood."

But she really loved the days she spent napping by the campfire; the sense of ease and comfort was intoxicating.

The immortal nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Just keep walking towards your dreams, I'll be waiting for you at the crossroads."

He was saying this not only to Hannah, but also to Vina.

Vina's eyes flashed with thought, but the Undead had already moved and walked past her.

Glasgow helped the crowd split into two lines and lean against the street.

The nameless hero arrived at the city entrance, surrounded by a crowd.

At this moment, there was no one left here; the soldiers who had been guarding the entrance had long since fled.

Tonight's riots were definitely an organized and premeditated act.

"No need to see me off any further, go back and rest."

The Undead waved his hand, and a gentle light shone from his hand, shining on the Glasgow Gang members.

The light was as warm as the sun, but not dazzling.

The bleeding wound healed completely within seconds, and the purplish bruises gradually faded away.

The Undead turned and walked away, leaving Londinium.

The dark clouds moved with him, chasing after his figure.

Hannah bowed to the burning figure.

"Thank you for your gift. May you have a safe journey, Mr. Wandering Soul."

The nameless warrior raised his right hand and clenched his fist in the air, as firm as an ancient rock.

Hannah and Vina exchanged a glance, both exhaling a breath of stale air before turning to face the gang members following behind them.

Hannah silently took a step back, pushing Vina forward.

That was her king, and tonight, she proved once again that her leadership was unshakeable.

Vina looked around at the brothers who had experienced the night.

She smiled and raised the hammer in her hand.

"walk home!"

-

On a distant land, a small mobile city is stranded.

Rather than a mobile city, it's more like a small island on land.

People in work clothes are handling the anchoring and positioning procedures.

Today, they stopped here.

"Alright, location tracking complete."

The man wearing sunglasses removed his hand from the control panel and reached out to pat the little girl's head.

"You've worked so hard, little Amiya. Go back and get some rest."

His brown hair was combed back in a slightly messy style, and his well-maintained beard added to his composed masculine charm.

"Okay, ACE, you should get some rest too!"

The little girl, Amiya, yawned, her rabbit ears drooping down. She looked very young, but at such a young age, she had spent a long time in the office with the man, helping him complete today's scheduled anchoring.

Amiya left the office and stretched.

After walking in the corridor for a while, I finally arrived at the elevator.

She pressed the button and yawned.

"Oh--"

When the elevator finally opened in front of her, she got on and went to the dormitory floor.

She arrived at the dormitory entrance in a daze, and instinctively went inside, only to bump into a soft embrace.

"Little Amiya is finally back to rest?"

The sharp cat ears twitched, and the black-haired older sister reached out and hugged little Amiya.

Having just washed her body, with her hair still damp, Amiya buried her head in the still-warm chest.

"Waaaaah! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Amiya struggled for a long time before finally breaking free from the endless, turbulent waves.

"Waaaah! Sister Huang! You're going to suffocate me!"

Amiya blushed, partly out of embarrassment and partly because she was genuinely struggling to catch her breath.

However, this actually made Amiya less sleepy.

"Hehe, this is your punishment for working so late again!"

Huang smiled and gently tapped Amiya's nose.

"Go take a shower! After you shower, it'll be story time for today!"

Amiya nodded and went into the bathroom.

A dozen minutes later, Amiya came out of the bathroom in her pajamas.

Huang helped Amiya sit down, plugged in the hairdryer, and dried her long brown hair.

After fixing her hair, Amiya obediently sat on the bed and rested her head on the soft pillow.

What's the story today?

Amiya asked with a hint of curiosity.

Huang picked up a book from the table, but she shook her head.

"I don't know either. I found it in a corner of the library. I checked, but there's no record of it."

"Huh? Could it be a book that hasn't been included yet?"

As Amiya spoke, Huang had already turned to the title page of the book.

"Whatever, I glanced at it twice, and it seems to be a mythological story."

Huang sat down beside Amiya's bed, her black bra helping her to look down at the pages of the book on her lap.

She glanced at the words for a moment, coughed lightly, and began to speak softly in a slow, deliberate tone.

"In the past, there was only darkness."

"The nameless heroes held the torch high, igniting the flame of hope for the people on the Terra road."

"He fought alongside the warriors on the northern ice plains, driving away the deep darkness for them."

"He made a vow among the oppressed in the mountains of the East, to witness their rise, and to put shackles on the merciless gods."

"When he speaks, flames ignite; when he waves his hand, lightning flashes."

"He shook the mountains and burned away fear. He had pity on the weak and entrusted them with hope."

"He is the end of man-made disasters, and he is the enemy of natural disasters."

"he..."

Just as Huang was about to continue speaking, he heard the sound of even breathing during the pause.

“Zzzzzzzzzzz…”

Little Amiya fell into a deep sleep with her eyes closed, her fluffy ears resting on the soft pillow, swaying gently with her breathing. A day's work had exhausted her.

Huang gently closed the book and placed it on the table.

She turned off the bedside lamp for Amiya and then gently lay down on her own bed.

Huang couldn't help but think of the story he had just read in the book.

"The natural enemy of natural disasters..."

Ha, how could that be?

If such a hero truly exists, where is he now?

With a soft sigh, Huang drifted off to sleep.

...

A natural disaster struck amidst the mountains.

Originium rises from the earth, and crystals fall from the sky.

No one saw a flame flickering gently amidst that catastrophe.

The figure stood on the earth, letting out a silent roar at the crack in the sky.

One day, he will use that boundless darkness as fuel for his fire.

Now, he needs to rest.

The nameless hero closed his eyes.

The golden flame gradually faded away, dissipating into the silent body.

It's not leaving; it's returning with even greater force!

The long night will eventually burn out, and at dawn, someone will surely denounce the darkness and roar for the light!

-

Victoria.

Lentinium city center, Lentinium Third City Hospital.

The father waited anxiously in the corridor, already knowing that his child had definitely contracted Oripathy.

However, the shock caused by excessive blood loss was already a death threat for Melantha herself.