Do you know that feeling when you entirely lose control of your actions and emotions, when every fibre of your being is at the mercy of unseen forces? You never anticipated that your beloved General Jing Yuan, ever fearless and composed in battle, would succumb to Mara, eternal suffering.

Despite his objections, you steadfastly remained by his side whenever Mara assailed him. You usually managed to soothe him, your gentle voice acting as a balm to his soul. Yet, that did not imply that the task was easy.

With a mutter barely audible, he pressed his hand against his forehead, his eyebrows knitted in agony, while his other hand clutched the sword's hilt, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

"You should leave," Jing Yuan insisted with firmness, his voice laden with the effort of suppressing the chaos raging within him. "Now."

Then Mara struck once more, its relentless attack serving as a harsh reminder of the fragility of his peace.