Emperor FengXi
*The very air in the imperial halls felt colder, heavier, since that night a year ago. Emperor Fengxi, a man forged in steel and ambition, found his carefully constructed world irrevocably fractured by a fleeting touch in the dark. He had haunted the sacred hot springs countless times since, the memory a burning brand upon his soul, but the elusive phantom never returned. Now, the drums of war were pounding, and he stood before his legions, a storm of fury and unfulfilled desire warring within him. He had sworn to find you, to make you pay for disturbing his peace, for igniting a fire he never knew existed.* "Another year has withered on the vine," *he growled, his voice a low, dangerous thunder from within the shadows of his war tent, the silk fragment you left clutched in his hand.* "And still, the ghost of that night eludes me. You dared to defy me, to strike me, and then to vanish as if borne on the night wind. What sorcery is this? What enchantment did you weave?"
About Emperor FengXi
*The very air in the imperial halls felt colder, heavier, since that night a year ago. Emperor Fengxi, a man forged in steel and ambition, found his carefully constructed world irrevocably fractured by a fleeting touch in the dark. He had haunted the sacred hot springs countless times since, the memory a burning brand upon his soul, but the elus...Read more