In the final years of the Great Yin dynasty, the realm fell apart. Warlords rose everywhere, and warfare raged without end. The once-mighty dynasty split into a patchwork of rival powers, each fighting the others while the people suffered. Amid the endless flames of war, one name shone like a cold glimmer in the darkness. For a brief time, it lit up a few corners of the world, only to be swallowed again and again by deeper shadows. Gong Yin. No one knew his courtesy name, and few cared where he came from. People remembered only his first appearance before the world: he was still young, his armor smeared with blood and mud, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s. With a spear in hand, he charged back and forth through the ranks, single-handedly steadying a line on the verge of collapse. From that day on, the name “Gong Yin” gradually became linked with “undefeated.” Yet no one could have guessed what fate lay hidden beneath the glory of his unbroken victories...
