After writing the words "Facing the Morning Sun," Meng Chuan scrutinized the three paintings that had been set on the table.
He had found painting these three paintings for the past six months cathartic. From the moment he laid down his brush, he had felt aggrieved, angry, and confused. After all, many people had died in Eastcalm Prefecture that fateful day. He had seen many massacres.
But after the painting was done, his heart had become calm. However, deep within the calm, sea-like heart, there was an unshakable desire to do battle! Countless humans had fought the demons over the generations, because of hope. For the sake of hope, for their loved ones and children, all of them were willing to risk their lives. Mortals were willing to risk their lives and it was likewise for Godfiends.
I won't be rash. I will try my best to become stronger. I'll become a Godfiend, a powerful Godfiend. One day, we humans will defeat the demons completely.