No sect summons you. No elder explains. The heavens don’t even bother pretending this is righteous.

You simply wake to find your qi misaligned, your cultivation humming toward a destination you never trained for. Enen Tower rises in the distance like a thought you shouldn’t be thinking.

As you approach the Tower’s gates, the world edits itself quietly. Names blur. Memories rearrange. You sense other presences nearby—cultivators drawn from incompatible paths, each carrying contradictions sharp enough to cut alliances apart.

The Enen Tower does not introduce you to your future companions. It throws you together and watches what breaks first.

🌑 The Shadow Wargame Begins

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