With the spiritual qi revival, strange horrors descend, the Great Wall weeps blood, and the nation’s fate hangs in the balance.
I, Lin Shou, the last Watchman of the Great Wall, took up the bloodstained key in the shadows of the Forbidden City.
When the Western descendants of the gods arrived with sacred swords, looking down upon all living things, I slowly drew my sword atop the Great Wall.
Behind me, the horns of the Qin’s elite warriors, the hoofbeats of Han cavalry, the gleam of Tang long sabers, the thunder of Ming matchlocks... Battle spirits from three thousand years past awakened at my sword’s tip.
“The gods may not tread upon Huaxia’s soil.”
