In the fifth year of Jian'an, on the day Sun Ce is buried after being assassinated, a bolt of lightning smashes his coffin and splits open his tomb. When I push myself upright inside the shattered coffin, the guards watching over the grave flee in terror. More than a month has passed. I've heard all kinds of rumors, but I know the truth: the note hidden inside my robes makes it clear that Xu Gong's retainers weren't the only assassins. A wind is rising over Jiangdong tonight. First, I need to meet someone.
