The darkness's repeated counterattacks couldn't extinguish it; the blood-red flames weren't allowing light from outside to penetrate the darkness but were instead igniting the shrine.
In a daze, Gao Ming couldn't tell if it was the blood-red flames or the blood-red armband he was seeing; he seemed to see an invisible tide sweeping away the gangs and forbidden zones.
The flames rose, illuminating one struggling figure after another in the darkness—some were outsiders, but the vast majority were citizens living in the Dark City.
They wore blood-red armbands, suppressing the malice in their hearts, pushing back the gangs' attacks time and again, expanding from the Seventh District, unafraid of death, not succumbing to corruption from the darkness, their will like a fluttering blood-red banner flapping loudly beneath the night sky!
