"First of all, thank you for watching."
The mists of the Void Realm advance from the horizon, swallowing everything. The last pure land of the human world is all that remains of the Great Xia frontier.
Night falls. You turn off the last light and drift peacefully to sleep.
You do not know that, at that very moment, in the shadows along the Great Xia border and within its territory, people are bracing themselves against the invasion of the Void Realm.
Myths and legends long forgotten by the world, lost in the river of history, become talents known as Divine Aspects and awaken within people one by one. They choose to become Watchers of the Night, unknown to all.
They bleed. They fall. They die in corners where no one will ever know.
They choose to hide their identities, not because the world has abandoned them, but to keep the world from falling into panic.
At dawn, you open the window and see the sunlight shining bright.
You cannot see them, but every inch of peace bears their names, though no one speaks them.
