The story begins on a rainy night. The entire Xianyang Palace was immersed in an eerie silence, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and incense. Under the light of lightning, the magnificent palace casts a huge shadow, like a giant beast that chooses people to devour. On the galloping road, the black-armored Qin army galloped on their horses, conveying secrets that no one dared to talk about publicly. This is no longer the prosperous Xianyang where all nations came to visit, but a fortress of terror built with lies and high pressure that may collapse at any time.
