The Soul of Aether

“Ovo, I'm back.” A boy hurried inside, lifting the tent flap. On closer inspection, he looked exactly like Li Mu. With handsome features and a resolute face, his glossy black hair fell naturally down his back. A finely crafted bone sword hung at his waist as he entered the tent. But when the time came for him to say goodbye to that tent, he had never imagined he would become the pillar of the Taitala tribe, much less the Night King of the Northern Commandery, whose every stomp would send the entire Panhun Continent trembling three times over.