"Commander," the rider answered immediately, "there are sounds of battle near the city gates."
Sounds of battle near the city gates?
Does that mean these refugees actually pushed the Undead back?
Everyone stopped, unable to help but look at each other in astonishment. By Martha, what kind of situation is this?
...
The light in the darkness is not as simple as white paint on a black background. Especially in the depths of the darkness, that single beam of light seems like the hope flowing in people's hearts. Even if it doesn't shine on them, they still want to move toward that single brightness. Even if it's just an imagination within their minds, people are willing to trek towards the light in the darkness.
Even if it leaves a deeper shadow behind, humans are still willing to face the light—
In the darkness, the torchlight flickered.
