Great Wall Fortress.
Countless Azanen people converged toward the center like grains of sand, then hugged tightly into a circle.
They disregarded gender, age, wealth, or rank, desiring at this moment to use their bodies to form a wall for their Young Master Lin Ke, a frail human wall.
No one wanted to take shields or armor to block the moonlight, because in front of that moonlight, those things were as fragile as flesh.
Some closed their eyes tightly, some stared resolutely, some showed fear.
They didn't know if what they were doing would be useful.
But at this moment, they only wished to use their lives to extend their lord's life.
Even if just for one second.
This era, great yet humble.
Some were born into brightness, but fell into the foulest mire, using all the dirty means.
Yet some were born of dust, willing to dedicate all their strength for a glimpse of light above and disperse it to the sky.
The Azanen people were merely dust.
