The Empire Fractures
The empire had lost its crown, but its pieces did not kneel quietly. From every corner, banners rose — not for loyalty, not for vengeance, but for ambition. The throne had burned, and now every sect, noble house, and foreign king wanted to claim what was left of the ashes.
In the south, sect masters raised armies of disciples, declaring themselves "guardians of heaven's order."In the west, noble houses fortified their estates, each carving their own petty kingdoms from the ruins.From across the sea, emissaries of foreign rulers sent gold, steel, and words — some offered allegiance, others whispered alliances, all trembling at the fire's shadow.
The world was no longer united. It was a feast — and Hei Long was the fire devouring the table.
The Watchtower in Shadow
Inside the cracked tower, Hei Long's women gathered closer than ever.
