"When the few hold the keys for the survival of the species, it is only logical that the many sacrifice themselves to preserve them.
Such is the law of nature—such…is the Natural Order. We are cruel to our brethren, just as we are cruel to ourselves…for we must protect…the Immortal race's future." Watching his relatives, descendants and fellow immortals cooked to death by resplendent golden flames, Shi Ming made a bold statement.
"Mistress of Fate! Help us!"
"Lord Creator, save us!"
In tandem, the men and women of the immortal race squealed at the sky, thrashing against the golden flames roasting them body and soul. But their pleas fell on deaf ears, and their lives…ended in a festival of blazing death kickstarted by their revered ancestors.
