Greyscale

The night Valan woke up, he destroyed half the town. Golden light exploded from his right hand, and purple darkness surged up from his left hand—two forces that should not coexist and tore every corner of his childhood into pieces. The power of humanity is light. The power of the demons is darkness. He has both. The official term is "dark pollution" - the kind that can lead to a death sentence. But an old professor who drank alcohol told him: You are not a pollution. You are something that should have been extinct 1,500 years ago - the Gray Scale One. The bridge between light and darkness. The last time a bridge was demolished, a race was torn in two, and the two halves spent 1,500 years hating each other. Now the bridge has grown back. And the two halves are fighting a war that no one can stop. —— He killed the first demon soldier on the battlefield. There was no hatred in the other party's eyes, only fear. Before you die, your lips are calling a name. His friend lost his mother and vowed to kill all demons. His companions secretly cured a demon prisoner in the medical camp, and then wrote eight words in a notebook with black ink: The two races have the same origin, and war is created. The truth never stops a war. But he had to try.