The world shook with disbelief.
The Demon King was dead. His army had vanished.
And the name whispered everywhere was Wuxie.
When Wuxie returned to the capital, the gates of the imperial palace swung wide. Guards rushed to escort him, their faces a mixture of awe and fear.
"The Empress is waiting," one stammered, bowing deeply.
Wuxie followed without a word, hands in his pockets, eyes wandering the gilded halls as if he were on a casual stroll.
At the throne room's end, on a seat of radiant jade, sat Empress, ruler of the Human Clan. Her presence was regal yet sharp, like a blade wrapped in velvet.
When Wuxie entered, she rose.
Her eyes lingered on him, searching, measuring. At last, she spoke softly, though her voice carried through the chamber.
"I knew you were not an ordinary boy. And now I know—you are not of this world."
Wuxie tilted his head, smiling faintly. "Took you this long to figure that out?"
