The scroll should not have existed.
It was found in a sealed chamber beneath the Library of the Winds, a place forgotten by all... except by chance. Or perhaps by fate. An apprentice stumbled upon a loose flagstone, and beneath it, a jade tube with engravings no sage had seen in centuries. The stone was covered in dust and cobwebs, and the basement air smelled of old wood and decomposing parchments, with a hint of rancid incense that seemed to have been trapped in time.
When Suwei received the scroll, he felt the weight of something ancient.
Older than the Empire.
Older than names.
