Office drone Lin Mo opens his eyes to a mountain of corpses and a river of blood at Changban Slope. He has no aura of a king, only bone-deep fear and the despair of someone on the brink of death. As he watches Zhao Yun, clad in blood-soaked silver armor, collapse from exhaustion and fall from his horse, his life hanging by a thread, a cold mechanical voice rings in his mind: “Civilization Heritage Assistance System activated!”
