A thousand years ago, the last Human Emperor fought alone against the leaders of the four alien races. He eventually fell deep in the Kunlun Mountains, and the Human Emperor's Sword vanished without a trace.
A thousand years later, deep in the Kunlun Mountains once more, an egg lies buried, its shell patterned in blue and gold and dark red.
It was only when the Lone Star of Calamity was born that the road leading to dawn began to slowly light up.
“As long as someone is willing to stand in the darkness with a sword in hand, dawn will surely come.”
“The Lone Star of Calamity?”
He held the Human Emperor's Sword, the fires of war across the heavens reflected in his blood-red eyes.
“Then let this lone star of mine toll the death knell before dawn.”
