In 1950, deep in the Kunlun Mountains.
The light of the archaeological team cut through the thousand-year darkness and shone on the altar in the center of the tomb - there stood a huge slab that was neither jade nor stone, with hundreds of shimmering cards inlaid on the surface, like stars falling.
The bottom layer is densely covered with gray, and green, blue, and purple glows gradually emerge upward. And above all the light, a red card burned alone, like solidified blood or unblooming fire.
"Don't touch it!" Shouted the captain.
But the young player's finger has touched a gray card. The stream of light instantly penetrated his body, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he actually read the inscription on the wall in ancient language.
In the commotion, no one noticed: when the first card was awakened, a crack quietly appeared on the surface of the red card.
Deep in the crack, there was a pulse.
Like a heartbeat.
Like waking up.
Human beings have opened the door to the new era with their own hands, but they don't know what is waiting behind the door. They only see the power, not the price; they only long for the light, unaware that the shadow cast by the light is squirming and taking shape in the depths of history.
And that red color is quietly waiting for its owner.
Waiting for a choice that will ignite an entire era or burn down an entire civilization.
