High in the sky, Li Changhe galloped through the air on his warhorse, drawing his bow and readying an arrow.
The countless points of light converged above, gathering at his spine, like a brilliant galaxy in the night sky.
In the giant city, millions of humans perished in the flames of war.
Yet as death descended upon them, they all wore smiles.
For amidst that dim, despair-ridden descent to death, a wisp of Azure Flame ignited.
That imperious general walked past them.
Heading towards that endless, pitch-black, and despair-filled battlefield.
The dying people understood everything, it was the Flame of Hope ignited in despair, it was the Evil Human God born from despair, destined to tear apart despair on behalf of humanity!
Thus, the departed souls smiled contentedly, praying and blessing him.
Carrying with them the final hope in despair, they wished Li Changhe unbeatable in battle!
