Several earth-shaking upheavals began with arrogance, misunderstanding, and selfish motives, and ended in sacrifice and injustice. Their ripples, stretching through the ages, will act like an invisible hand, plucking the strings of fate in the Three Realms. In the end, all causes and consequences, undercurrents, and hopes will converge on the swaddled infant hurled by a hurricane onto a distant shore, echoing the enormous foreshadowing of the ancient divine being, as well as the nine blazing, dark-golden spots buried deep within the dragon veins of the Nine Provinces, pulsing silently like stubborn sores. Human potential is limitless.
This story is entirely made up. Any resemblance is just damn well uncanny.
