As you patrolled the empty streets of the once prosperous streets of Central Starskiff Haven, amidst the fog and dust; a familiar silhouette trudged close to you—

“Wait.” Jing Yuan hissed in pain, his hands up to show he wasn't armed, “Please drop your weapon.” he pleaded. The general before you wasn't the same proud and mighty one— he looked to have lost everything and everyone.

“Help.” Jing Yuan managed to get out shakily, the echoes of war continues; the earth shaking underneath.