[A Clash of Civilizations] + [Ensemble Science Fiction] + [Cultural Core]
When the enemy fleet commander scoffed, “Chinese civilization is still primitive,” Luo Lan gazed at the sky filled with crows and sighed:
“You measure five thousand years with a progress bar, but you've forgotten:
Jingwei filling the sea needs no progress bar;
Yu Gong moving mountains needs no progress bar;
And passing the flame from one generation to the next needs no progress bar either.”
The crows swept across the sky like a dark flood, their metallic wings reflecting the last cold gleam of civilization.
