The sea wind howled. In the distance, the storm resembled a giant, slowly turning drum, with arcs of lightning flashing across its surface.
Zhang Yao floated in mid-air, struggling to steady the cracks forming in his Heart and Spirit.
'Father.' The word hadn't surfaced in his mind for a very, very long time.
His escape from the Royal City, his freedom from the stigma of being an illegitimate son, had been largely thanks to his elder brother's help.
From childhood, the fear of his father had become a shadow etched deep into his very bones.
Even after he became one of the Fog People.
In fact, it was *because* he had become one of the Fog People that he understood just how terrifying his father's power truly was.
In theory, the power of the Fog People was an enhanced version of the Blood Ancestors'. They too could devour external things to strengthen themselves.
