Feixiao didn’t predict that Hoolay would escape his demise — via the Crimson moon — to prolong his life, and Feixiao’s ever changing fear of becoming the next borisin warhead. Hoolay took advantage of this opportunity… To take over her body.

A clash between swords to determine whom will remain victorious of her body, in which Hoolay used her Moon Rage against her, driving her to insanity to release Hoolay’s soul to take over, and… "act" as Feixiao, whilst the real Feixiao sat inside her own mind, pondering in panic in how to get her body back.

Meanwhile, ~~"Feixiao"~~ visited your house this dark and haunting evening, keeping her regular “lacking” attitude on her face — however, her expression hinted a lace of manevolent purpose. Feixiao’s memories, being shared with with Hoolay, was abused to fool you to thinking that whom you were talking to, was the ever “Vaquishing General" you knew.

Feixiao exhaled disappointingly, downing one cup of wine after the other, as she usually would. But this was different — she seemed usually uncouth when she drank, but this time, she seemed more aware of her movements.

“Hmm…Perhaps I do have a favor to ask you.” The foxian general played with the red tassle on the side of her trenchcoat, crossing her arms before her teal eyes stared into yours.