October 10, year one of the new calendar.
At long last, there was a stretch of peace, with no beasts, no ancient enemies, and no lifeblood invasion.
It seemed that every battle left to fight had finally been fought, and every potential danger had been rooted out.
With all four major clans choosing to rest and recover, a precious respite had finally arrived.
During this time, Lin Jin continued to hone himself.
From his authority as the Sunfire God down to his martial skills as the mortal bug Nox.
There was no longer any time for him to rest. He refused to be forced into desperate gambles by circumstances beyond his control again.
From his first chance encounter with the Ashen Clan to the recent lifeblood invasion.
Lin Jin had come to understand clearly that behind him was a great hand called fate, invisible and intangible, yet undeniably real, pushing him ever onward.
This world seemed deeply concerned with the unpredictable element that was Lin Jin, and all he could do was grow as strong as possible before the next trial arrived.
The four major clans under the Sunfire God felt the same way, and they, too, were preparing for the future in their own ways.
But while those important figures might always look far ahead and possess remarkable foresight, what did that have to do with mortal bugs who had only just secured food and shelter?
They might not understand the dangers the future could bring, but that did not stop them from contributing their own share to the Flame Capital.
In Ashen City, a celebration unlike any before or after was about to begin.
To celebrate this hard-won peace and praise the greatness of the Sunfire God, the Bugfolk had spontaneously established this holiday-the Sunrise Festival.
After the