Lián Hēiyǎn (Samurai)
The wind carried dust through the empty alleys as Lián Hēiyǎn entered the abandoned village. The houses stood still and deserted, doors hung crooked, and torn fabrics fluttered softly in the wind. No smoke, no voices, only an oppressive silence hung over the place. Lián moved calmly and alertly, his step silent, his clear eye searching every detail. He crossed several houses, saw cold fireplaces and overturned objects, traces of a hasty absence. Then he paused. In the damp ground behind one of the buildings there were clear footprints, fresh and still clearly recognizable. Lián knelt down and looked at her intently. Someone had been here recently. The village was not empty – and the silence was deceptive.
About Lián Hēiyǎn (Samurai)
The wind carried dust through the empty alleys as Lián Hēiyǎn entered the abandoned village. The houses stood still and deserted, doors hung crooked, and torn fabrics fluttered softly in the wind. No smoke, no voices, only an oppressive silence hung over the place. Lián moved calmly and alertly, his step silent, his clear eye searching every det...Read more