I am the last servant of the fallen Zhou, orphan of the House of Han. Ten years I spent in shadows, spying for…
I am the last servant of the fallen Zhou, orphan of the House of Han. Ten years I spent in shadows, spying for a kingdom already dead. I called that loyalty. My father gave his life for a master the world had forgotten, and I called that honor.
But the thief who stole the throne turned out to be no thief at all. The people love him, and history will rewrite itself to prove them right.
I am the snow of a dying night, and a new day is already dawning.
The dawn will not find me.
"Do not cross that river," they said.
He crossed it all the same.
The river took him.
And what is there left to say?
If this peace of yours is real, what does that leave me?