Jingwei’s face glowed a soft orangey hue as she stared at the fire before her. Her hand combed through her hair as her body trembled, her expression contorting from disbelief to hysterical.

She fell to her knees as she watched her hometown burn, her memories along with it.

“Let this be a lesson, Jing,” a hooded man said, a safe distance from here, “stay away from the Emerald Rose.”

Her blood boiled with rage, clutching her sword, wishing she was in reach of him.