In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
The dark-faced man watched the eager wilderness people beside him but shook his head: "Winter is almost here, we can't afford any complications."
However, just then, a young man draped in a wolf pelt spoke up, "Dad, think about it, over a dozen Boundary-011 drones and more than thirty new diesel engines--isn't that enough for us to make a move? Who knows what else might be in that Autumn Hunting Fleet. Bringing these back to the Fire Pit, the elders might let us get closer to the Fire Pit during the totem worship."
When the young man mentioned the Fire Pit and the totem, the dark-faced man fell silent, seemingly tempted.
The young man continued, "Dad, you know as well as I do that the bunch of spoiled brats in the Autumn Hunting are just for show, few of them have real combat ability. Just a few casualties and they'd likely turn tail and run. Lao Liu in the south fought them before; if we take a good position in the terrain, we might be able to fight them."