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Plummeting deeper, the darkness around Yu Yin intensified. He swiftly drew the pre-made purple torch from his belt and clamped it between his arms, striking the flint to ignite it.

The flint, a coarse, pale blue, consisted of two long rods set into an unusual white stone. With each friction, one of the flints glowed red-hot. Without a second thought, Yu Yin lit the torch