When the historical recorder is forced to become Li Si himself, every "revision" of the history books rewrites the outcome of the Qin Dynasty.
From the subtle softening of the burning book to remonstrate, to the trembling pen on the sand dune edict, the pull of modern consciousness and historical fate quietly shakes the foundation of the empire.
You tried to sew history together, but the cracks spread; you tried your best to play Li Si, but Zhao Gao saw anomalies.
Finally, standing at the top of Xianyang City, watching the beacon lighted in advance because of you - is the collapse of the Qin Dynasty an inevitable fate, or a version accelerated by your own hands? When the observer becomes history itself, reality is forever lost in the moment of intervention.
