Yet the light, as minute as a bean, wasn't nearly enough to illuminate the whole room. Therefore, the brighter the illumination, the more one could sense the corrosive darkness lurking.
For some, the flame might be a beacon of light and holiness.
Nevertheless, the flame was incapable of shedding light on the very patch of ground beneath one's feet.
The whole room might be lit by the flame, but here remains a dark spot it could not reach.
Wherever there was light, there was bound to be darkness. In the shroud of darkness, everyone had to respect this reality.
Even at places where wrongdoers lurk, good souls like Halse existed.
One must admit these kinds of facts.
Emanating a sinister aura, spinning a chilling conspiracy, even a flame could not cast away the darkness underfoot.
This essentially revealed the nature of the plan and Halse's actions. The more smug his face seemed, the more it revealed the brutalness of his scheme.
