My staff once drew the final line of life for his sister.
His blade once swore to carve my epitaph.
Three years ago, the “Basalt Laboratory” became our shared hell. To stop the “Tide of Corrupting Obsession” from devouring the sea of stars, I had no choice but to construct the final purification barrier, sealing inside his only family member, along with the despair and the truth. I became a hero, and the enemy he hated most.
Now civilization is once again afflicted by a “grave illness of the emotions,” and the stars groan in madness. I have been given command of the purification forces, and the person fate has sent to fight by my side is none other than him, returned from hell with the Inkblade Pojue in hand.
His blade is meant for me.
My staff, however, must hold this battlefield together for him.
When the ultimate calamity that annihilates emotion, the [Lord of Eternal Silence], descends and drags the entire universe into a soundless grave, he burns up his soul of ink and raises his long blade before me.
His hoarse laughter rings through the comms:
“Lin Yan, your life is mine!”
“But until then, you better hold on, ”
