The misfortune surged like a tide, turning the world into a deathly darkness. The collapsed streets are like open wounds, and the dilapidated buildings are whimpering in the wind. Every inch of brick and stone tells the sorrow of the times.
Human evolution seems to have been pressed on the pause button, and the countdown in the gene lock is ticking hoarsely, as if the dance music of death is echoing in the ears.
However, in this dusty chaos, human beings hold up torches, and the dancing flames are like stars falling to the earth.
Their footsteps trampled through the ruins, breaking the shackles of despair with every step;
Their eyes penetrate the gloom, and each glance penetrates the desolation of the future.
At this moment, human beings no longer fight for the glimmer of individual light, but become the hottest and most fearless starlight in each other's lives, living, dying, and fighting for the dawn of the entire race!
They know that every soul carries the fire of civilization, and every drop of blood waters the seedlings of hope. They used their flesh and blood to build a new Great Wall, and used their unyielding will to light up the beacon in the darkness!
Even if darkness still looms ahead, even if hope slips away from their fingers like quicksand, they will still use up their last bit of strength to hold the torch high above their heads, taking that step, and another step... Until the sky is filled with sparks, and civilization is reborn.
On the battlefield filled with deathly silence, a black figure stood on the top of the mountain.
"Stand up!"
