The wind from the Great Wall always carries the smell of sand and blood.
Kai leaned against the crenel, wiping his namesake long knife. The blade was like a mirror, reflecting his angular face and the dark red line under his left eye - it was the mark of the demon's bloodline, like a lurking snake, always reminding him of the monster sleeping inside him.
"Brother Kai, the barbarians in the north have gathered again." A young guard ran over with a trembling voice, "This time... They seem to have a magician to help them. The beacon tower in the west has lost contact."
Kai gripped the handle of the knife tightly, his knuckles turning white. He could feel that the air was filled with familiar dark energy, which was resonating with the blood in his body. The lines began to heat up, bringing with it waves of bloodthirsty impulses.
"Order troops." Kai's voice was low, without any emotion.
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