In that moment, the band of awakeners converged on Qilin step by step—those who had suffered through the civil war, those who held onto their convictions, those who chased the light of dawn. Though their bodies bore countless wounds, their eyes blazed like infernos.0

They were ready. Through countless nights of heartbreak and rage, they had imagined this moment again and again.0

The arrogant, mad ambitioner weighted with heavy sins would finally face divine judgment.0

Gone was Qilin's usual grace and dignity. His suit hung in tatters, caked with mud. His glasses had vanished, and shockwaves had torn...0