As moonlight still streams across the wine flask by Chang'an, and snow remains frozen along the blades of the Great Wall guards, Li Bai sleeps drunkenly beneath the green hills, his sword for a pillow as he listens to the pines, while Lan hides in the shadows, keeping watch over a lonely boat.
Rumors from Wei have long since frozen into bloody icicles. They say the assassin who wielded sharks as blades, the finest in Wei, was buried beneath the sea. But they do not know that ripples have never ceased stirring in the shadows.
A young man's spark is burning through the illusory mist. As a blade's gleam breaks through the ice, a figure with an iron-wall back strides forth, crushing the long night beneath his feet.
As new heroes and legends rise with the wine swirling in the sword flask, and unspoken pasts lie hidden in the currents beneath shark's teeth, death is nothing more than the final punctuation mark in an old story. Their legends are only just beginning to reveal their first glint of steel in the cracks before dawn...
The character of Shouyue has collapsed 😢
It's alright, but why is it so indifferent?
I feel pretty good about myself.