Lingxu: Era of Decay

The most dangerous thing in the world is not a sword. It was a secret letter addressed to the wrong addressee. It was a seemingly accidental assassination. It's a rumor with the right timing. It was the countless hands - those wearing rings, those dipped in ink, those holding tiger charms, those holding hands together in prayer - that pushed the entire continent into the abyss inch by inch in the room where the light could not reach. Then, someone swings a sword. It's not about saving this decaying chess game. He just happened to have a blood debt to settle with his own hands. A man whose childhood was torn apart by the backroom politics of the dynasty walks into another storm - unaware that behind all these chess players, there is a bigger chess game and a deeper darkness.