Shadow Armor: My Name Is Duanying

Rainy nights ruthlessly wet the dilapidated streets. The street lights looked dim and swaying in the rain, casting mottled light and shadow. This is the edge of the city, a forgotten corner. A figure staggered forward in the rain, his clothes shabby and his face covered in unhealed bruises. Rain mixed with tears slid down his cheeks, bringing thick blood. A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating an abandoned corner ahead. A broken metal sheen half-buried in the dirt shimmered in the rain. Its surface is covered with rust, but the once exquisite carvings and complex textures can still be recognized. There was a rush of footsteps behind him. "They... Are chasing us." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.