When twilight filled the Starfall Wasteland, Mu Ye was squatting by the Broken Dragon Cliff, sharpening his sword.
The dark iron sword reflected the setting sun, splitting the young man's thin face into fragments of light and dark. He suddenly stopped and ran his fingertips over the spiderweb-like cracks on the spine of the sword - this was the only thing tied to his swaddling clothes when the old Taoist priest brought him back three years ago.
Camel bells sounded in the distance.
