The distant mountains were misty, the far waters vast, and the Mountain Village was still wavering amidst fire and blood.
Yet the world was silent, and Zhu the Great King had become a prisoner.
The entire Twelve Linked Water Fortresses, once renowned throughout Song Country, had now become the prison of one man.
Most people had already fled.
But a few had not escaped and remained.
Those who had escaped were unencumbered, only seeking to make their way in the world for themselves.
Those who didn't leave were mostly the broken-hearted, those with hearts and consciences.
After a great battle, when friends and relatives had perished, and family members had died, life's lament sobbed in the bloody, putrid wind, composing the cruelty of the Martial World – was this not a cause for sorrow?
Even if friends and family were alive and well, those with hearts and consciences were thus bound and could not escape.
Born and raised here, there was no escape left.
