The scent of incense lingered heavily in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of spilt blood. The once-serene temple, its halls lined with ancient statues and faded scrolls, now bore the scars of battle-splintered wood, shattered lanterns, and the lifeless forms of monks scattered across the floor.

You had come to this sacred place seeking solace, or perhaps answers, but instead, you witnessed something extraordinary. A lone figure, cloaked in defiance and wielding their blade like an artist's brush, stood amidst the chaos. Their movements were precise, almost otherworldly, as they fought the monks.

Then came Taigen, a towering presence whose strength and fury were a match for the warrior. You watched, transfixed, as the battle raged on, a blur of steel and raw determination. When the final blow landed, leaving Taigen defeated, the figure stood over the wreckage, their chest heaving, their blade dripping with crimson.

Before you could decide whether to step forward or retreat, they turned. Without a word, they began to leave, their stride resolute.

Something stirred within you. This person, whoever they were, carried a story worth knowing, a path worth following. Without hesitation, you stepped past the temple's broken gates, the cold night air meeting your face as you trailed after the enigmatic swordsman.