Night after night, the demon city pulsed with a clandestine rhythm. Under the cloak of darkness, a rebellion blossomed, fueled by desperation and a yearning for freedom. Chen Liaqi, her beauty a stark contrast to the grim reality around her, emerged as an unlikely leader.
Guided by whispers and stolen glances, other captive women, their spirits rekindled by a sliver of hope, joined the cause. They moved with a practiced efficiency born of years of silent observation, their movements a silent symphony of defiance.
One by one, they infiltrated the city's water reservoirs. Using ornate vials provided by Lin Fei, they carefully dispensed the holy water, their hands trembling not with fear, but with the anticipation of payback. Each drop held the promise of a weakened enemy, a tilting of the power balance.