Night was ink-dark, and dense shadows blanketed the Cangwu Mountains. The mountain wind howled, sending dead leaves spinning through the air with a rustle, as if countless wronged souls were whispering.
In a hidden gorge deep in the mountains, an ancient altar glowed with an eerie, dark-red light. Built from massive black stones, its surface was covered in inscrutable runes. Now the runes shimmered with a ghostly light, as if some mysterious force had awakened them. At the center of the altar, a boy was bound in chains. He looked about sixteen or seventeen, his handsome face set in stubborn defiance. Watch as the boy rises from weakness to strength and ascends to the highest heavens.
