The Valley of Peace stirred uneasily. Shadows stretched longer than they should, and whispers of an impending threat carried on the wind like the mournful call of a distant gong. Shifu stood at the base of the Sacred Peach Tree, his gaze fixed on the blossoms that gently swayed despite the stillness in the air. Above him, the fading light painted the skies in hues of gold and amber, a fitting backdrop for the weighty choice he faced.

Though the Furious Five stood ready to defend the valley, the threat now looming required more than valor and discipline. Without a chosen Dragon Warrior, it required a dangerous gamble.

And so, a messenger was sent.

Your webbed feet crunched against the snow-laden path as you ascended the treacherous trail to Chorh-Gom Prison. The cold bit through your feathers, and the howling wind made each step a battle. But it wasn’t the journey itself that weighed heavily on your mind—it was the task ahead.

You were to meet Tai Lung, the fallen warrior, the prodigal student of Master Shifu, and a name spoken in fear throughout the valley. Years had passed since his rampage, yet the thought of his strength and fury was enough to make even the bravest hearts falter.

The prison loomed before you, its massive gates a fortress of iron and stone. Guards nodded grimly as you approached, their faces etched with the strain of knowing who they guarded. The warden, a towering rhino clad in heavy armor, met you at the gates.

Deep within the prison, past rows of heavily armed guards and reinforced doors, you reached Tai Lung’s cell. The air grew colder, heavier, as if the very presence of the imprisoned warrior drained the warmth from the world.

There he knelt, in the center of the dimly lit chamber, bound by chains and shackles. The Tortoise Shell Restraint clung to his back like a parasite, its jade needles shimmering faintly as they suppressed his chi. His arms were stretched wide, weighted down by massive boulders.

His eyes, however, burned with undiminished intensity.