Qingxi Village vanished on a rainy night.
Six-year-old Lin Yuan huddled in the cellar. Through a crack in the door, he saw the blood moon hanging overhead and heard the men and women of the entire village being slaughtered amid whispers. When Gu Yuanshan, a Spirit Hall deacon, rescued him from the ruins, his mother had already become a monster. Dark red markings crawled over her neck as she sat up and spoke her final words to him.
He survived, but had no idea why.
At the awakening ceremony in the Spirit Hall Branch, Lin Yuan awakened an exceedingly rare light-type Martial Soul: the Aurora Mirror. His innate soul power was at level eight, a revelation that shook the entire branch. But lurking in the depths of the mirror was some indescribable presence: a shadow wearing a blood-moon mask, smiling at him in silence from an unknowably distant place.
Whispers came from inside the mirror.
“I found you.”
“The key.”
“The door.”
Gu Yuanshan told him that some things could see you through mirrors. The branch director began secretly investigating his origins. Hundreds of miles away, in an underground temple, the followers of the Blood Moon Cult slowly opened their eyes. The “passage” they had awaited for years was finally within reach.
From an orphan of a massacred village to an enforcer of the Night Tribunal, from a border town to Spirit Hall's holy city, Lin Yuan would step ever deeper into the continent's darkest reaches. He would execute Evil Soul Masters with his own hands, and witness the truth hidden behind so-called “justice.” When he finally stood before that “door,” he would have to choose:
Open it, or destroy it.
And on the other side of the mirror, someone was already waiting for him.
