This is a world where demons are rampant and about to be swallowed by darkness and despair.

The light of human civilization is like the candlelight in the wind, shaking.

In this world, the night belongs to the demons; and the day does not belong to humans.

However, even if only that insignificant ray of candlelight is left, it still shines with the hope of remaining fire, which is enough to ignite people's lamp of belief to change the status quo.

The night watchmen wearing white gloves and more people who regard themselves as "demon hunters" rushed into the night one after another, burning their own everything to strengthen the flame and illuminating the way for mankind to welcome dawn in the dark.

As night fades, human beings restore their strength, rebuild civilization... and most importantly: gaining new life,

However, even the most dazzling fire will eventually fade away - then darkness will come back.

Only the stars can last forever in the darkness.

...

The night does not belong to humans; except those who hunt demons.

If you are not in the most prosperous urban agglomeration in the kingdom, then the brightly lit city that never sleeps is just a part of the long river of history. Once again, the night does not belong to human beings! Even if you live in the city, under the escort of guards and night watchmen, the weather-beaten old man will still warn you like this: Don’t go out after the sun sets!

The whole city was dull, as if the city itself was asleep. I prayed for tomorrow in a panic dream.

...

Only in that corner where there is still lights flashing, full of vitality and vitality.
Chapter completed!