The great fire on Mount Zhongnan burned for three days and three nights.
The Starwatch Pavilion, Xia's eye for glimpsing fate, was reduced to scorched earth amid flames and black smoke. Shu Luo was the sole survivor. Qi Songming, the wise man revered throughout the realm and chancellor to two dynasties, helped him escape the relentless pursuit, but ultimately stayed behind in the sea of fire, giving his life to quiet the emperor's endless suspicions.
"Go to the Western Continent. As long as your convictions remain, you can take everything back. May the starlight illuminate your path."
At the same time, thousands of miles away on the snowfields of Lucia, a train was heading toward the same destination.
Remilia Yinye curled up in a corner of the carriage, rereading her mother's letter. Its calm tone, tender greetings, and everyday reminders, along with the signature, "Always loving you, Sally Yinye," were as warm as ever.
But she couldn't shake the feeling that her mother had hidden something on the back of the page.
She had no idea that in the distant Silvermoon Forest, her people were beginning to prepare an unspeakable secret rite. Their eyes held no panic, only a quiet resolve that was heartbreaking to behold.
Two trains were heading to the same place.
One person was driven away from the flames, while another was summoned back to her homeland.
They did not yet know these were one and the same.
The footsteps of hell had already begun.
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