——Do you want to tear apart the darkness? Then make yourself the sharpest blade!
——Do you want to bring about the dawn? Then make yourself the highest flame!
Amidst the clang of the bronze bell and the shadow of the gallows, amidst the cold gaze of the deities and the mockery of the masses,
only those who dig out their hearts as torches,
can let the blood traces wind into psalms leading to New Jerusalem before they turn to ash.
...
Undead Territory, the meeting room.
"Screech—" The screen gave a crisp sound, turning into a snow screen.
Under the crystal chandelier, Anthony stared blankly as the meeting scene disappeared; the last image was of twelve organizers surrounding Su Ming'an.
He stood up from the conference seat and patted the screen mindlessly, hoping it would restore the signal. The next moment, he realized the overwhelming energy had destroyed the live broadcast equipment on Su Ming'an's side, severing their connection completely.
