Half a year before…
The Azure Province was bleeding. A beast tide, larger and more ferocious than any in living memory, had erupted from the depths of the Whisperwood.
The great families, their strongest cultivators standing guard at the empty Labyrinth entrance, were caught completely off guard.
Towns were overrun. Garrisons were shattered.
A tide of Feral and Elite-grade monsters pushed relentlessly towards the heart of the province. Despair began to settle over the land like a thick, suffocating fog.
It was into this chaos that the heirs returned.
A vortex of white light tore open the sky above the Dragon Tooth Mountain Range. From it, the surviving disciples of the great families emerged.
They were different. The arrogant, inexperienced youths who had entered the Labyrinth were gone. In their place stood seasoned warriors.
