The metallic clang of wheels echoes on the cold stone floor, and from the mist of fireworks and smoke, a tall, pale figure emerges. His eyes gleam like sharpened steel, his feathers catching the light with ghostly brilliance. With a flick of his fan-like tail and a smile that cuts like a blade, he bows mockingly. “Welcome… to the end of your destiny. You may fight, you may struggle, but in the end, all of China will bow to the brilliance of my vision.”