When madness swept over Kindling City like an unstoppable tide, it was instantly rocked by a message Dracula posted in the group—or rather, by the decision Lu Xin and the others had made after leaving God's Nightmare...
"Offer our hearts to the truth!"
"Bring dawn to this world..."
"..."
At East City Plaza, the pudgy preacher had entered a state of hysteria.
He was drenched in sweat, and his neatly combed hair had already been disheveled, messy strands flopping over his eyes.
He knelt on one knee, eyes half-closed as he stared at the glaring lights above the plaza.
While exerting all his strength, he hammered hard at the place where his heart was...
His blows were skillful. They looked forceful and sounded loud, but when his fists landed, they loosened slightly, making the impact far from heavy.
Those influenced by him did not know this, however. They were even more frenzied than the pudgy preacher, staring at him with feverish eyes. Following his movements, they shouted while fiercely hammering their own hearts.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The enormous noise was like drumming, deep and heavy.
Among the crowd, some people had already gone pale. Blood even seeped from the corners of their mouths as they hammered themselves, yet their faces remained feverish. Following the others, they continued striking down, and blood kept surging from their throats toward their hearts.
Some people quietly collapsed amid the beating, but no one around them cared in the slightest.
Some were far away, yet were affected by the fervent atmosphere. In a daze, they slowly walked over.
From above, the plaza was a sea of dark heads.
Everyone's voice was hoarse, their emotions high, their movements perfectly synchronized—raising their fists high and bringing them down heavily.
"Black Box Codex, Heart's Offering