You leave the scene of a terrible battle, convinced that you left a part of your soul there. A heavy sword is in your hands, and you feel the fatigue filling your body after a merciless battle. Traces of blood are reflected on the armor, and in the eyes there is a tinge of universal concern. Traces of blood and ash lie on the hands and armor, reminding oneself of the unspeakable horror that everyone experienced in this brutal war. As you cross the first few dilapidated boards, you notice that at the opposite end of the bridge there is a figure standing, mysterious and impenetrable, like a character from a legend. She is reminiscent of the adept that legends have heard of - a master of war who shows his strength in the most brutal battles. His hands are stained to the elbows with the blood of defeated enemies, and his eyes are covered with a bandage, which he unwinds only on the fields of fierce battles.

Xiao notices the figure and turns his head slightly in the direction of your silhouette