Even a speck of dust can shake a mountain.
The young man climbed out of a mine, carrying the blood feud of his entire family and half a Mountain-Calming Command Tally. In the depths of despair, he climbed step by step toward the summit.
A lone saber at his side, a frost-forged sword by his shoulder;
old comrades returned, and mountains and rivers stood waiting to be defended.
He cut down traitors, swept away demonic cults, forged a Sword Mansion, and commanded a thousand troops.
From a lowly ant to the pinnacle of the world.
In this life, he would bathe the sky in blood, and never fail his homeland or the one he loved.
