Compared to its past generosity and solemnity, what emerged now was but a meager thread of light. Yet, it burned with utmost persistence, never extinguishing even as the dragon flame swept through.
Virtue knows no difference between grandeur and insignificance, nor between multitude and solitude.
Even if it cannot change the painful and desperate reality, it can still reflect where hope resides.
Its mere existence was enough to illuminate the long path ahead.
Here, the arrival of Dawn was proclaimed.
Huai Shi roared, swinging down his Sword Blade.
"The vast, long night ends here!"
Compared to the once earth-shattering torrent, Huai Shi now held merely a sliver of lingering light. Yet, even this frail glimmer burst forth with a cry that tore through the Dragon Roar as the Sword Blade struck down.
The light that cleaved through darkness vanished in a flash.
Yet, the endless dragon fire split to either side beneath the Sword Blade's cleave, like a dividing flood.
