My Fuxi bone rises straight up like my temples, then curves down to the Palace of Fortune at the end of my brow. My master once said I had the face of an emperor.
“Today, you may be a dragon stranded in a shallow pool, but you are only biding your time. One day, you will soar into the heavens and stand at the very pinnacle of power. When that day comes, do not lose your way. If you let your selfish desires blind you to the lives of all under heaven, you will be doomed to eternal ruin...”
Standing at the pinnacle of power, with everything under your control, how easy is it to hold on to your original ideals? As good and evil pull you in opposite directions, what choice will you make...?
