"The Shadow Arsenal? What kind of place is that?" He didn't listen to Shi Shouxin's explanations. Didn't see t…
"The Shadow Arsenal? What kind of place is that?"
He didn't listen to Shi Shouxin's explanations. Didn't see the flicker of deliberate intent in the old general's eyes.
All he knew was that it was a place without sunlight, a shameful secret, and he was being made its keeper.
But what of his ambition? His honor? His shame? Darkness could not wash away darkness. The underground could not defend glory. Manipulating money over drinks, trading secrets in the shadows, how could any of this counter the weight on his shoulders?
Why me? Why choose me?
But for most things, whether you're a lord or a commoner, the most futile question is: Why me?
Shi Zhen had thought he had people beside him, that he lived for both himself and others. But looking back, he saw only his own footprints. No one had ever stood with him. Because he was the son of a traitor, that was why.
The world's injustices could be fought with swords, but how does one battle the injustice in their own heart?
That day will never come.
Never... No. Injustice in the heart can be fought.
He stared at the Shadow Arsenal before him. Wasn't it filled with swords and blades? One day, those underground blades would see the light. One day, those who dwell in the dark would stand in the sun again.