Revenge from the Darkness

"Success."

"I wonder what the finished weapon will look like..." Han Qin murmured softly from the side.

"You don't know what the weapon will look like either?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"Of course not. This weapon uses too many rules; it is practically at the edge of collapse. Only the leader can maintain the stability within it. What form this weapon will take is almost impossible to predict."

"I've never seen such a complicated Rule Weapon..." Han Qin said expectantly.

Cold Tide said nothing, merely gazing silently at the night sky.

After that earth-shattering crack, silence returned to the surroundings. There seemed to be nothing in the empty darkness, but Mo Ling knew that the weapon that would determine the fate of the Dark Race was slowly descending through this night sky.

Mo Ling began to grow tense as well.

After gaining this body, Mo Ling had developed a deep sense of belonging toward this race. After being "saved" by those sparks, that sense of belonging had reached its peak.

It was different from his sense of belonging as a human.

If humanity's sense of belonging was an inner connection between an individual and a collective—

Then the Dark Race's sense of belonging was like adding one more thing above both the individual and the collective—environment.

Both the individual and the collective were members of the environment. There was no difference between them; both were parts merged into the darkness, parts that made up the darkness. Individuals formed collectives, and collectives formed darkness, yet individuals were also darkness, and collectives were also darkness. A deeper definition had been imposed upon both the individual and the collective, becoming the most important "subject."

Mo Ling still retained human ways of thinking, so he found it difficult to identify with this strange sense