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Black "snow" drifted towards the lifeless earth, presenting a scene of endless winter. Yet the white snow of winter brings a glimmer of hope and daylight's brilliance. This black ashen snow, however, buries the living in a tomb of malevolence, leaving nothing but suffocation.
Mo Chuan sat atop an abandoned flag tower, tears in her eyes, wiping away the black ash covering the flag bit by bit. Yet, however much ash she removed when she left, she found only more upon her return.
Has this last city of humanity lost all hopeful souls? Must they succumb to radiation, mutation, and disease, ruling over what was once a warm homeland?
Having barely advanced to a Super Tenth Rank Life, she thought she might save the barely-breathing Divine Realm, but the higher she stood, the more despair she saw.
