With demonic beasts surrounding the city, Shen Dao stands before the lights of countless homes and recites:
“Honor the will of those who came before.”
“Carry on their ideals.”
“Guard the flame and pass it on.”
“Let the human face take form.”
As he speaks the final word, a mask appears in Shen Dao’s left hand. He gently presses it to his face. The wind rises, and streams of light swirl around him.
The wind dies. The light fades. A general appears, clad in a green robe and green armor, holding the Heavenly Tiaoxie Green-Sunken Spear.
“Now is the time to counterattack!”
Wherever his spear points, the demonic beasts tremble!
