The Yanlog Clan...
A horrifying truth still breathed in its air.
Children were vanishing with the cold wind.
Every home wept in silence.
Fear had its claws wrapped tightly around the village.
It wasn't the chill that kept the doors and windows shut.....
It was terror.
But a few people knew....
with unwavering certainty...
that this was no ordinary crime.
The biting wind whispered of something far deeper...
A conspiracy taking root in the shadows.
Lady Guso Hun and Master Keyjing
had both been shaken by Master Kinji Yo's chilling statement:
"No one shall maintain ties with the Hei Lin San Sect."
That one sentence had revealed too much.
Someone was moving the strings behind the curtain.
And Kinji Yo.....though suspicious.....couldn't possibly orchestrate something this massive alone.
Lady Guso and Master Keyjing knew him well.
He wasn't capable of such a thing...
at least, not without help.
Sitting in that heavy silence,
Master Keyjing finally spoke, his voice low and tense:
"This isn't right…
What happened... it's pointing to something else entirely."
The furrows on his forehead made his worry clear.
"We must speak with Master Wanzhiang, Master Gahai, and Master Fijion Jyen immediately."
And so, they left.....
mounted on their horses, galloping into the unknown.
But fate…
had something else in mind.
Their path was not leading to a meeting.....
but to a great calamity.
A storm no one could have foreseen.
The winds weren't cold anymore…
They were mournful....
a sorrowful warning...
one that only destiny itself could understand.