Zhenwu.
A land unbound by stars and systems. A realm where the elements ruled as law, and men chased enlightenment with bloodied fists and broken bones.
No universal status screens, no spell slots, no floating numbers to measure worth. Only what the body could endure—and what the spirit could conquer.
Here, every sunrise promised the same thing: nothing. Nothing but another chance to fall, to rise, or to die trying.
And on this particular day—like so many before it—none of Zhenwu's denizens could have foreseen that their sky would spit out a true monster in the skin of a human.
*Thud!*
A young man landed on both feet, dust curling around his boots, as the earth groaned beneath the weight of a creature from beyond this world.
His combat robes billowed from the impact of his landing, his eyes flickering with confusion as if trying to recalibrate in real time.
His name was none other than Quinlan Elysiar.
The Primordial Villain.
The Harbinger of Ruin.
