Misfortune surged like a tide, staining the world with lifeless gloom. Collapsed streets gaped like open wounds, and ruined buildings wailed in the wind. Every inch of brick and stone told of an age's sorrow.
Human evolution seemed to have been put on pause. The countdown inside the genetic lock ticked hoarsely, as if death's dance were echoing in their ears.
Yet amid this dust-choked chaos, humanity raised its torches. Their flickering flames seemed like stars fallen to earth.
They trampled across the ruins, each step shattering the shackles of despair;
Their gazes pierced the gloom, each one cutting through the desolation of the future.
In this moment, humanity no longer fought for the faint light of individuals. They became the fiercest, most fearless stars in one another's lives, living, dying, and fighting for the dawn of the entire species!
They knew that every soul carried the kindling of civilization, and every drop of blood nourished the seedlings of hope. With their flesh and blood, they built a new Great Wall. With their unyielding will, they lit lamps in the darkness!
Even if darkness still lay ahead, even if hope slipped through their fingers like sand, they would use every last ounce of strength to hold their torches high and take one step, then another, into the unknown depths of the dark... until sparks filled the sky and civilization was reborn.
On a battlefield steeped in deathly silence, a black figure stood atop a mountain.
"Get up!"
