Corpses littered the ground, and rivers of blood flowed.
Zombies roamed, and monsters roared.
Some said this was a natural disaster.
Others called it a trial.
But whatever it was, civilization had to endure.
Perhaps, in the endless passage of time, civilization would eventually disappear, but...
The wind can blow leaves away, but it cannot blow away a butterfly, because the power of life lies not in submission.
They would live by chasing the fire, using themselves as kindling so that the flame could live on.
"I am Yue Ze. I will become kindling, so that the flame may endure forever."
