One rainy night twenty years ago, Lin Jianguo encountered a monster at the entrance of an abandoned winery. When he was about to die, a ball of light seeped out from the cracks in the ground, burned the monster to ashes, and then merged into his chest. He saw a symbol - a vertical spine running through the bottom, wings spread out, and golden light flowing around the edges.
He never mentioned it to anyone.
Three years later, his son was born. There was a dark red birthmark on the child's left arm, the shape of which was exactly the same as that symbol.
Lin Jianguo chose silence. This silence lasted twenty years.
Twenty years later, when my son was 20 years old, the birthmark on his left arm began to feel inexplicably hot. He thought it was a skin disease and didn't take it seriously.
Until the ground in the city center cracked, and a monster more than ten meters high crawled out, and his mother stood in the middle of the chaos.
The vertical spine and the pair of unfolded wings lit up again on his body.
