Sparks Ignite the Night

[A new system: technological high martial arts × one heroine × no mindless plot × well-grounded worldbuilding] The Industrial Revolution and the explosion of technology drove human civilization forward, giving birth to “it.” “It” carried humanity's ambitions. “It” benefited humanity, a sharp sword in its hands. When one “it” slipped beyond humanity's control, the darkest hour of human civilization began. Humanity! Always hoping to command a power it cannot control, you will only bring about destruction. When a war is doomed to fail, is there any point in continuing it? Greed, arrogance, envy, selfishness, hypocrisy: disaster lays bare the full spectrum of humanity. Beneath the night sky, the city is dazzling and prosperous. Lights glitter, cars stream past, and smiles brighten people's faces. This is the pinnacle of human civilization. High above the city, the wind roared as if in fury, as though proclaiming something. It whipped the cloaks of several figures as they gazed down at the bustling streets in silence. “Whoosh.” The man at their head let out a long breath, as if he had made up his mind. “There may be no return from this mission. Anyone who doesn't wish to take part may stay behind.” Silence. Someone opened their mouth, but in the end, said nothing. The man turned and looked around at them, then nodded and strode away. The others followed, their cloaks billowing in the wind. The flame insignia on them seemed to burn brightly enough to illuminate the entire night sky. Someone seemed to murmur: “Even in the darkest night, some will become tiny sparks. Though small, they are still hope. Keep watch through the night, and wait for dawn.” The night will pass. Dawn will come at last.