Years of Rivers and Mountains Under Siege

Standing alone, proud and defiant, one general's success leaves a million corpses in its wake. Yet all around him lies an immense, boundless loneliness, stretching beyond the horizon. His sword is like realgar, and he is so fervently devoted to it. He paints across this vast land, a slightly tipsy artist clinging to the colors he wants to call his own. In this age of great ruin and collapse, who is who? And who will become whom?

In an age of great rivalries, every heart burns with the will to compete.

At dusk, only the moonlight remains, with not a wisp of smoke or cloud in sight...