If the sun became humanity’s enemy, where would we go?
When sunlight was no longer nourishment that sustained all things, and the symbol of light became synonymous with darkness and corruption, almost everything touched by the sun descended into chaos, either dying in twisted forms or turning into monsters.
The mother of old had become the Grim Reaper of today. Clad in a black cloak and wielding the scythe of hell, She reaped lives without mercy. Bereft of the sun’s protection, humanity could only huddle and shiver in dark corners.
Watching that dazzling radiance spill across the earth, Qi Guang couldn’t help murmuring:
“Dark. So damn dark!”
