After the suspenseful, secret-ridden annual gathering of 2010, the major powers in the industry gradually returned to normal. But beneath the calm on the surface, undercurrents were stirring underground. A large group of ambitious young people who looked down on the world began planning a meticulously orchestrated takeover. In an instant, the world was awash with wine and lights, and thrilling fights, assassinations, and psychological ploys unfolded in dazzling profusion.
When the bells rang for the 2011 annual gathering, the young people who had stepped into the spotlight challenged the limits of the elite, one step at a time...
Time trickles by, as do the changes in their lives. The years flow past, eventually disappearing into a tranquil sea. At the source, new life comes rushing forth.
The chill and bloodshed of the annual gathering seeped into the deepest parts of everyone's soul. They gnawed away at what little reason we had left. The blood-red setting sun crushed us completely, then sat back to enjoy a spectacular massacre. At the first moment the waves crashed against the shore and swept us apart, it chose to engulf some and raise others to the surface. Those who had slept in the depths of the sea for a thousand years, burdened by ancient grievances, awoke on a stormy afternoon, their eyes greeted by a brilliant sun they had not seen for a thousand years.
The bloody sea wind washed over the cold hem beside my hand.
When I was writing this, I was a little scared, because from the beginning of this incident, Fleeting Time was about to fall into the most terrifying scene in history...