Xinghai Insight: I Can Detect the Flaws of All Races

When the shadow of genocide crushes the last line of defense, the flag of the human race has never been so bright red - it is not the lone bravery of one person that cuts through the night, but thousands of hands folded into shields, splitting a way out in each other's breathing. There is no chosen one who suddenly awakens, no wise man who sees through the conspiracy at a glance. Everyone's wounds are bleeding, but everyone's hands are holding the corners of their companions' clothes, making all the clumsy growth sound. The whole process is logical, and no one is suddenly made stupid just to stand out. You will see how a group of ordinary people use each other's shoulders to carry a dawn that should not belong to them.