No matter from which direction you overlook the earth, you can see them in your sight, the warriors whose exact number is impossible to know, those brave guards.
In life, they may have had various professions, but now they are all Guardians, dead Guardians.
They once radiated a dazzling light, standing together on the earth, fighting against the "Hatred Scream" that came from the depths of the universe to destroy everything.
They all knew the outcome of the fight was death, but none of them feared to do it.
And in the center they protected, where the Dream Wizard was, there was a campsite.
The last, Survivor Camp.
Yet this last one also seems to be vanishing.
No matter how many wise species once existed on this planet, they have all died.
The only remaining hundreds huddled together, surrounding the leaping bonfire that could extinguish at any moment.
But the source of the bonfire was not burning wood.
