Chapter 7: The Awakening & the Path to Ruin
The night was cold, and the world felt as if it held its breath.
A Hidden Power
In the quiet of his chamber, Fen Hao sat in silence, his eyes closed—
Breathing deep, feeling the faint thrum of power in his veins.
For so long, he had been nothing—
An outcast with no Qi, no place in a world ruled by strength.
Yet now, something ancient stirred—
A whisper in his blood, a promise of what he truly was.
A Memory of Fire and Shadow
In his dreams, he saw a world of blood and moonlight—
A battlefield where dragons roared and gods fell.
A woman's voice echoed, soft and sorrowful.
"Do not forget who you are, Fen Hao—
The blood of two worlds, the blade that severs fate."
He woke with a gasp, his heart pounding—
The memory fading like mist in the dawn.
A Choice Made
Outside, snow fell softly, each flake a fleeting promise of peace.
Yet in the halls of the Immortal Realm, whispers grew louder—
The child of prophecy had awoken.
Fen Hao rose, his breath a pale mist, his resolve as cold and sharp as the winter air.
He would no longer hide—
No longer bow his head to those who called him worthless.
A Bond Forged in Defiance
In the garden of the Chu Clan, Chu Lanyue waited, her white robes bright against the snow.
When Fen Hao stepped into the moonlight, their eyes met—
A silent promise passing between them.
"I will stand with you," he said softly, his voice low and sure.
"Even if the world calls us traitors—
I will stand."
She reached out, her hand trembling—
And in that touch, he felt the weight of their vow.
The Path Ahead
Far above, in the halls of the Immortal King, Iron Sovereign watched the snow fall—
His eyes distant, his thoughts dark.
"The child of prophecy walks the earth," he murmured,
"And the realms tremble at his name."
A shadow moved behind him—
The blindfolded Star Reader, his voice low as the wind's sigh.
"The gates of chaos will open," he whispered,
"And the world will drown in blood."
A Final Whisper
In the darkness of the mortal world, the Dragon Altar pulsed—
Its runes glowing with ancient light.
A single word echoed in the cold night—
A promise, a curse, a destiny.
> "Come…"
End of Chapter 7