In prehistoric times when humans lived out in the open, with the land as their mat, the sky as their blankets. They fought against countless terrifying creatures, using their bodies to resist the assault of the elements.
There came a day when humanity would grasp the power of fire and draw the curtains of an era of blood and fire—the dawn of civilization.
Fire represented destruction and also hope.
Countless scenes flashed through Zhou Wen's mind. In that glacier world, groups of humans were huddled inside caves, bunched up with each other, but they were still trembling in the cold wind. Some of them closed their eyes, never to open them again.
A person walked over with a torch and lit a fire. It was so warm that it filled the entire cave, and countless humans worshiped it.
