Jia Lin sat in the stillness after war.
The new Gu pulsed gently, humming the name of its killer move:
"Bloodletter Echo: Severed Self."
Not a wound to flesh — but to timeline. Each strike deleted something a target once was.
But the price: a fragment of her own truth, surrendered.
She stood. A figure approached — cloaked in sky-threads, faceless.
"You have stepped into myth," the figure said. "Now the myths will step into you."
A scroll passed into her hand.
It read: "Ren Zu and the Step He Could Not Recall."
The ink shimmered. The path ahead trembled.
She stepped forward.