Storms cast the world in shadow, and a bone-chilling malice filled the air. Distant cries from the northern fr…
Storms cast the world in shadow, and a bone-chilling malice filled the air.
Distant cries from the northern fronts echoed into the Forbidden City; in an instant, the inner palace became a spirit-reflecting mirror.
As hearts faltered in chaos, hands grew light with greed.
The eye met only the backs of those clutching their treasures, fleeing southward in frantic haste.
Yet generals have their wars, and palace maids have theirs.
They repelled the thieves, unaware that in this world, light and shadow had already traded places.