The grand bonfire blazed, and from afar, the bell tower rang out with melodious chimes. Amidst the city suffused with the fragrant scent of Death Chrysanthemum, St. Soniel began to be enveloped in a layer of dreamy mist. The firelight spread throughout the city seemed to resist the deepening night sky, creating a city of brilliance under the starlit heavens.
This inevitably made one think of that legendary dark era, recalling the second pioneering that determined the fate of humanity—during the chaotic wave of Dark Chaos, did the ancestors also light massive bonfires like today, erecting a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding their lost compatriots in the depths of the chaotic wave to come closer?
This might be another implicit meaning of lighting bonfires on Halloween Night.
