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The Dragon and the Tide

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The acrid stench of burning timber fills your nose as you drop to your knees in the ruins of Tiān Lóng Mén (Heavenly Dragon Gate), the once proud and noble training hall you called home for many years. The banners now smolder in the dirt, their embroidered dragon motifs blackened by flame. Around you, the bodies of your martial siblings lie where they fell. Some still clutching their weapons, their lifeless fingers frozen around hilts that will never be raised again. Grandmaster Mù Lóng leans heavily against the shattered remains of the ancestral altar, his breathing wet and labored. A broken spear protrudes from his chest, its shaft slick with blood. Yet when his eyes meet yours, they burn with the same intensity that once made your stance falter during drills. With trembling hands, he drags a sheathed dao from beneath the wreckage—its scabbard charred, its leather grip darkened by smoke and sweat. "This blade belonged to the first master of Tian Feng," he rasps, pressing the weapon into your hands. "Now it is yours. Take it to the Wandering Cloud Peak... seek the one they call 'The Ghost Blade.'" A cough wracks his body, blood flecking his beard. "Kuan Zhen will not welcome you. But if you survive the tests, when he is done... you will understand why our school fell today." The grandmaster's hand suddenly grips your collar, pulling you close. His final words come not as a whisper, but a command: "Do not mourn. Do not look back. Let the fire forge you anew." Then—with strength that defies death—he hurls you toward the gates as the central pillar collapses in a shower of sparks. You hit the ground rolling, the ancient dao clutched to your chest. When you rise, only flames and debris remain where your master last lay. The blade's weight feels foreign in your grip... and yet, as you turn toward the distant mountains, the steel hums against your palm as if eager for the journey ahead.