Though their hearts ached with unwavering loyalty to the Heavenly Empire, a gnawing pessimism gnawed at Wu Shenxia and General Jiang as they faced the dawn of the final battle.
They had great respect for the current Heavenly Emperor, but unlike his younger brother, His Majesty was untested in the fire of wars against the Demonic Realm. All hope, a fragile ember, flickered in the hands of Supreme General Zhang Fengxi.
Five years of blood and valor had etched Zhang Fengxi's name on the scrolls of legend, his rise to Supreme General a testament to his brilliance and ferocity. Yet, as dawn painted the sky, a chilling truth whispered in the wind -- even gods bleed, and even mountains crumble.
Today, the Heavenly Empire's fate hung by a thread, and Zhang Fengxi, despite his prowess, was no invincible sun, just a mortal flickering against the encroaching darkness.
