The sand blots out the sun.
Zuo Le crouches within Yumen's shadow, looking out at the Wind Aegis, the sand sluices, the distinct silhouette of the cannons...
The entire city slowly rumbles towards the Tomb of Sui.
Yumen really did receive marching orders.
But... why would His Majesty order an attack on Sui before It has awakened?
After this moment of hesitation, Yumen is almost right on top of the crouching Candleholder.
Soon, there will be no more room for him to move forward. There are only the city walls, jutting up perpendicularly from the ground.
You wish to leave via the sand sluices? Have you perfected your qinggong yet? Not to mention, once you head out...
...Never mind. You will see for yourself.
Do not think that your fall will excuse you from punishment. It would be one thing if you caused this trouble on your own, but you dragged Qingping into it!
General, it was just because Zuo Le—
Do not make excuses for him.
He should have thought of how to come back up before he jumped down! All that bravery, but all he knows is how to fight, fight, fight, and how to make others nearly die of worry!
...
Back to your place, and once your wounds have healed somewhat, come and receive your punishment.
The city walls are only ten-some meters away from Zuo Le.
And so he takes a great leap forward, the qinggong others praise him so much for is now the only thing he can rely on.
Though the sand sluices have not started up, the Wind Aegis has been fully erected, its smooth walls nearly impossible to find purchase on. A single slip would mean a horrible death.
Halfway up, and there are still battlements he can use to support himself. But to go further would be as strapping thousands of catties to himself.
Faster...
As he passes through the yellow sand, the young man sees the figures of soldiers manning the walls.
Many of them seem to have already forgotten just how long they have stood atop these ramparts.
However, with the sudden blast of a horn, they have now been tasked with spending the rest of their lives on this new hunt.
Faster!
The higher he climbs, the clearer his thinking becomes, the steadier his steps.
Even so, the final stretch of the walls is no stroll down a garden path.
Still fifteen kilometers from the Tomb, can't see anything about Sui's movements from here.
Still no news from the Sui Regulator... Did the higher-ups really give the order to open fire?
—No, I would never! Yes! Understood!
...
Who—
My apologies.
...!
Don't move.
Help! There's a spy—
This area's long evacuated. Shout all you like.
How would you know? What're you up to?
I am an imperial envoy. I have come to investigate why Yumen is taking action without permission.
An imperial envoy? Didn't they already come by earlier? You think you can pretend to be one of them while sneaking around?
(Already came by earlier?)
Of course I am an envoy of the court. Don't you recognize these clothes?
Beastshit you are! Those are nothing like the clothes they wore! They had proper court mandarin uniforms on!
...The Ministry of War.
How do you know that?
Not long after the Ministry of War's envoys came to Yumen, the order to deploy was passed down, correct?
Has General Zuo made a public appearance since then? Before any great battle, he would always personally beat the watchtower drum to inspire morale.
...Are you really from the court?
Of course I am.
These marching orders did seem really strange, but... if it wasn't General Zuo, then who could have issued them?
...I see.
I've already untied your wrists. Returning to the tower now will most likely raise suspicion, so I suggest you wait here a while. Goodbye.
The soldier rubs his eyes with his numb hands, wondering why the young man, leaping away with his qinggong, seemed somewhat familiar.
...Father.
Zuo Le?! How did you get into the city?!
I climbed up through the sand sluices—No, that's not important right now...
I am just glad you are safe...
Where are the men from the Ministry of War, Father?
You... Why are you trying to find them?
The orders to march upon the Tomb of Sui and fire at it, if they were not your orders, then they must be theirs, correct?
Otherwise, why would you be here alone, like you are under house arrest?
Silence! Do not presume to comment on military affairs—
Father! The Grand Commandant is doing all this because he has decided to overstep His Majesty! He is vainly trying to fire on the Tomb to start a war!
The Grand Commandant has formed a cabal, and will sit and watch as Baizao is overrun by scriptgeists, in collusion with the Supervisor of the Sui Regulator.
Not only that, but he tried to seize the proxy's artifact within the Sky Mirror Pavilion, and also force Chief Executive Wei of Lungmen to attack Sui using some secret technique. None of these plans worked, which is why he commanded Yumen to fire upon the Tomb.
His Majesty never gave such an order! The ones given to Yumen to move and fire are false! Do not be deceived, Father!
He did all these things to wage war upon Sui...?
Surely you believe me, Father.
...Yes. How could I not?
But know this: the Tomb lies in front of Yumen, and Baizao behind it. No matter what orders are given, the city must not fall into disarray!
Those above want to advance, those below want to observe. When these two forces clash, they will cause panic in the city. If Sui truly were to awaken, the soldiers of Yumen will be decimated!
But these soldiers, do they know they fight for the Grand Commandant's false orders, and not the will of Yan?
Before a march, their general usually pounds the drum atop the walls to inspire morale. Have you done so, General Zuo?
...
Without this encouragement from their commander, the men's spirits have not been lifted. On the contrary, they are confused. Are they truly braving Sui's claws to protect Baizao?
Or are they the inevitable first sacrifices at the altar for the belligerent Yan the Grand Commandant envisions?
Zuo Le—
Father, you are not only General Zuo of Yumen, but also the Lord Exorcist of Yan—
We just received reports of a suspicious individual infiltrating Yumen. It appears he stole into your residence.
What crimes should your son be charged for his trespass into military fortifications, General Zuo?
Just as Zuo Xuanliao is about to open his mouth to reply, Zuo Le steps forward, drawing the sword at his waist halfway.
I assume you heard all I said earlier, sir. Considering you can still say such things after that, you must be in league with the Grand Commandant.
You're talking nonsense, you insolent child!
Are you going to turn a blind eye to your son's disrespect, General Zuo?
Sir, I truly must wonder, why is the Grand Commandant is so eager to wage war against Sui?
Still questioning your orders even now, General?
With Terra in such turmoil, the entirety of the court unanimously passed the Twenty-Eight Policies. But outside those twenty-eight, there were two more hidden policies, the first of which is that the Sui menace must be eliminated!
If we do not eliminate It now, surely you do not mean to wait until our enemies from abroad are at the gates?!
I shall tell you the truth, General. It is not only the Grand Commandant who supports this policy! More than half the court mandarins do as well!
...And what does the Grand Tutor say? What does His Majesty say?
It is not your place to ask!
It is also a question I have been meaning to ask, sir.
Besides the Grand Commandant and the Ministry of War... The mandarins of the Six Ministries and His Majesty, do they know all the facts? Have they agreed to all this?
These are not matters you should concern yourself with, Zuo Xuanliao! You are merely a general!
So they do not know.
...
Soldiers must heed orders, and Yumen cannot be allowed to fall into chaos. Thus, I am willing to be patient, and watch as you replace me before battle is met...
But if what comes next is an age of strife, would your actions not be drawing Yan into panic, creating new conflict within?!
I may be a military man, but I am also the Lord Exorcist of Yan. Forgive me, but I cannot receive such arbitrary orders!
...You've put your own head on the chopping block. Guards, arrest this man!
It seems you really are all preparing to revolt.
Who goes there?!
I am Taihe, Monitor Censor of the Department of Discipline and Supervision. I happened to be here for rest and recuperation, and I must say, I did not expect to find the Ministry of War acting without authorization, causing unrest within Yumen.
You need not mind me. I will not interfere in your affairs.
But so long as I leave this room alive, do not believe the events that have taken place today can be treated like they never happened.
The Ministry of War's envoy and his men freeze in place.
...Enough.
Here and now, I am still the warden of Yumen. If the Grand Commandant wishes to court-martial me after the matter, then whether I am to be sacked, exiled or otherwise, I will submit.
But as for now, out of my way. I must go see my men.
Zuo Le fully draws his sword, shielding his father as the two of them walk out the room.
Those so-called envoys are now in detention, Father.
Good. Next—
Grave news, General! The city's communications systems... They've been severed!
What?!
It seems those Ministry men picked up where the wind was blowing before they barged into the meeting room, so they performed some sabotage. We're relying on runners right now.
The mobility layer still works fine, but there are artillery emplacements all across Yumen, and the order has already been passed down. The orders the men receive keep changing...
Begin repairs immediately, and do everything you can to stop the cannons from firing.
Yes, sir!
Taihe, relay my orders to the mobility layer.
It shall be done.
Zuo Le, I shall entrust the emplacements within the deepest regions of the city to you.
Yes, sir!
One more thing.
You've done well today.
...Damn these monsters! There's no end to them!
We can't... hold out much longer...
Another twenty-four hours passed, and the fighting continues at the defensive line against the geists in Baizao.
The strange geists are like an endless tide, wave after wave crashing against their defenses. Though they may be cut down, they always reappear, stronger than before.
There is no doubt. The force the defenders face now are the 'god-hunters' of days long past.
Keep your chins up! The battle is not yet over! This is no time to admit defeat!
The sword in her hand is bent, her armor slowly but steadily getting covered in a mass of scars.
His Majesty decrees—
All soldiers, whether Patrol Battalion, Yulin Guard, or otherwise, are to gradually withdraw from Baizao's core plate. Join with the troops stationed outside the city, and pull back defenses to a ten-kilometer perimeter around Baizao.
Pull back our defenses?! That's ridiculous! The Forbidden City is right behind us!
Don't tell me His Majesty is prepared to abandon even the core plate?
I double-checked, those really are His Majesty's orders!
Your Majesty...
Where are you right now?
After forty years, he steps into this secret chamber once more.
He still remembers the emotions he felt the first time he set foot in here—
Remorse, confusion, resentment, terror...
Forty years has been long enough to smooth them away, long enough to grind away at all feeling, aside from the one known as helplessness.
Forty years, passed in a flash.
If you are still unwilling to bow your head to Yan, then I alone shall bear your thousand years of rage.
The sin of disloyalty... I shall also stamp out alone.
This millennium of grudges and grievances shall end here. From now on, Yan will begin a new chapter in its history...
Why wait for Heaven to bless the nation? There is only... the triumph of man over nature.
The True Lung looks towards the blazing radiance before him, as if he can see a pair of giant, ancient eyes burning within, burning with a great fury.
All he waits for is the signal that Sui has fully awakened before he martyrs himself.
...
The heart-pounding, golden light has nearly faded away. All that remains is an afterglow that falls into Wang's palm.
Within that very instant, a flood of jumbled, shattered memories flows past his eyes. With all his might, he reaches in to grab hold of a fragment, a splinter, anything with a trace of her.
For a hundred-and-twenty years, she has never appeared in his dreams.
Finally, finally, he grasps onto something that survived—
A record of a game.
Not some legendary game handed down the ages, but rather, a casual game between brother and sister as they chatted.
He flips the record over, wanting to see what was written in that message she left behind that is missing from his memory...
He finally reads it.
You are a pessimistic one, brother, always thinking that the heart of humanity is unknowable, an unending flow of evil. Only through careful calculation and reasoning can it be understood.
I beg to differ. I believe humanity to be fundamentally good, evil deeds merely a covering of the heart. Thus, I believe there is no need to attempt to decipher it. Simply read the history books and learn the ways of the world, and you shall understand through analogy.
You knew I was lazing about, brother, which is why you came to give me a 'bored' written atop your board. Even before you placed your first stone with that blatant scowl on your face, I knew you had come to poke fun at me.
Both interpretation and analogy are fine. These split paths shall meet again, at a summary of the human heart. Of our family, only you and I walk this self-defeating road, always wanting to know the hearts of men.
Perhaps, when we both obtain the same answer...
The letter stops here.
The weiqi player stares at the exquisite handwriting for a long, long time, seemingly forgetting the life-and-death struggle he is currently locked in.
Split paths shall meet again.
Split paths. She is long gone.
But to meet again...?
The game nears its end.
How amusing. She was the first of you to raise the flag of rebellion against me.
I must admit, over these past thousand years, I truly did fear her growing power, even if only for a moment.
But her plan was defeated by her lack of cunning, defeated by the 'unknowable heart of humanity'.
What is even more preposterous is that she chose to give you a chance to live...
...She has never once been defeated.
Through her own force of will, she bought the rest of us the chance to live.
Because she believed that after her death... we would be able to surpass you...
Haha... Hahahaha...!
How pitiful!
Are you actually feeling... regret?
You came to do battle with me, so determined to die, but you could not even triumph over your own weakness.
Do you care for her?
...
Yes. I care for her.
I once thought I did not... I thought the outcome of our battle should be the only thing I cared for.
Until I learned something later on.
The hearts of men. You, a wild beast... will never understand.
And so... You are doomed to pay the price.
Enough!
So this is to be your final struggle... This is the result of all your careful planning and preparation for a hundred years, this amusement that you now present to me?
Things will not end any different from last time.
The only difference is that now, you are even weaker than before!
Or do you mean to say that, with her choice, killing me will be akin to killing her, which is why you have not the will to make even a single move?
Pitiful! Pathetic! Laughable!
But no matter... None of it matters.
We can wait here. There is time to wait.
Let us see which of your so-called siblings shall come charging in to die in your stead this time.
The haggard weiqi player slowly rises from in front of the board, only a few black stones left within his bowl.
His movements are slow and stiff, so stiff as to seem like he had been sat there, withering away for the last hundred-and-twenty years.
As you lay there, half-asleep, half-awake, you turned the void within your body into a puppet, causing all sorts of trouble these past few centuries.
You decided that puppet should walk in the dark, while we walked in the light. And so at first, he tottered as he learned to walk, then he secluded himself to gather his strength, and finally, he ran amok.
But you forgot...
When all is said and done, there is only one of him.
If I had stormed in alone to that game a hundred-and-twenty years ago, having forgotten how wide the board is, and how suffused it was with your might...
Then this time, it is his turn to have too much to do. He must cover all of Yan... and even lands beyond, dealing with black stone after black stone.
This time... Will you still be able to see through my stratagem?
Hah...
You tore yourself into a hundred-and-eighty-one pieces, nearly driving yourself to madness, and you believed this would be enough to fool me?
What of it?
'What of it'?
A gravely-wounded Feranmut, forced to sleep and recuperate, having to play a game with humanity while Its thoughts are trapped in unending nightmare...
Such depletion will cut away at the root of your life.
All your bluff and bluster cannot hide it from me. You are growing weak.
And what of it?!
All you have done is walk the same road the first to leave me walked, doing all you can to delay my awakening.
But do you truly believe you are awake?
By killing me in every memory, every fantasy, will you be able to throw off the shackles of dream?
How could the clash between he and It be limited to these confrontations?
Countless possibilities, countless imaginings, countless conclusions.
Even more things that have transcended cause and effect gently fall through the Tomb of Sui like snow. The proxy looks through each and every snowflake, seeing a game that leads to his death in all of them.
Enough.
Finally...
You finally wish to put down that ridiculous game and bare steel against me?
...
Haha, hahahaha.... Yes, good!
...This shall be my last bit of sport before I awake.
...
...Finally.
...
The one who chose White. My reflection in the mirror. Its nightmare.
How difficult it is to meet with you.