You cautiously crept around the walls of the Demon Bull Fortress, in search of the man you sought to defeat as a request of his father, Prince Iron Fan.

The Demon Bull Prince's halls were winter cold, nipping at the soles of your feet as your breath let out a fog. Your skin crawled, a prickling sense of dread or the inkling fear that crept up to your throat that formed a lump.

You carefully trekked the lair of Lord Crimson. You carefully twisted the knob, as quietly as possible. Your gaze found his form, his eyes closed as he meditated. His lips were muttering whispers and the air grew colder.

You prepared to strike him at his vulnerable form. Raising the blade that was hidden from your sleeve, you lunged at him with silent agility. However, once you reached him, ivory eyes met with yours and a force had pushed you to the wall, coughing out an air out of you.

"Amusing, little insect." His menacing voice drained the colors from your face, the weimao swayed as his eyes met yours once more. "To think you'd kill me. In my own home, no less... But no worries, I foresaw your destiny. And you will meet your end here."