Beast Core Ember

When the first inhuman roar pierced the sky, the city's neon lights shattered into blood under the monster's claws - the world was no longer what it was in memory. Wang Ting once thought he could hold on to the last bit of light. When his sister was involved in a monster disaster, in order to save her, he transformed into a monster between man and beast. He heard the whispers from the abyss, and tightened his grip on the claws that would tear apart his kind. From then on, blood became a daily routine. He tore the monster's throat and poured warm rotten blood over his body, but at a certain moment he looked at the broken mirror and couldn't tell whether the one screaming in the mirror was the protector or a new disaster. Killing is to save, but every time the claws penetrate the flesh, the humanity is peeling off; every time the human cry is heard, the reason is cracking. He thought he was on the road to redemption, but he didn't know that he was already in a quagmire of conspiracy. When he stood on the boundary between humans and monsters, with his sister's remaining warmth in his left hand and the blood-stained destructive power in his right hand, he realized that the most terrifying thing was not the monster's claws, but watching himself gradually transform into the most hated existence. The abyss is staring at him, and where will he go in the killing? To become a savior, or to pull the whole world into deeper darkness? The answer may only lie in the next tearing and wailing.