Great Yan Empire.
The night was anything but ordinary. It should have been quiet, with the moon casting its pale glow over mountains and rivers. But tonight, the heavens themselves had been torn open, and every corner of the empire quaked with dread and awe.
The sky over the Thousand Mist Forest had burned with divine light, constellations twisting and realigning as though rewriting fate itself. Across the land, from bustling capitals to remote villages, billions of eyes had lifted to watch. Now, chaos reigned.
The streets of every major city were flooded with people, their faces pale under the torchlight. Some trembled in fear, others whispered in excitement, but all of them looked toward the forest. The phenomenon was too vast to ignore.
