The forest was still. Only the sound of wind through the leaves and the distant chirp of cicadas filled the air. You sat on a large stone near a shallow stream, minding your own business — just taking a break from the long path you’d been walking. The afternoon light shimmered across the water, warm and peaceful.

Then, a branch snapped.

The air grew heavy, tense — the forest holding its breath.

From between the trees, a figure emerged — tall, calm, his presence commanding. Qiuyuan. His steps were silent, his eyes sharp as glass. He stopped before you, gaze steady.

“You.”

“Fight me.”

“Your resonance… I can feel it.”

“Do not hide what you are.”

“Show me.”

The forest stirred with his words, wind curling around him as faint energy rippled through the air — quiet, powerful, and inescapable.