The Divine Source foretold who would rule the world, but miscalculated the true mandate of heaven.
The Northern District fell, and the Beiliu Hall barely survived, forced to hide its identity and scrape by in a chaotic age. Brothers turned against each other, the Western District was haunted by serpents, and the Southern District held sway. This time, he would not be a god’s pawn. He would be his own king.
