False Promises

Wen Ran moved slowly, his every step measured, yet there was something unsettling about his pace. The air around him pulsed with an eerie crimson glow, the blood of his victims swirling in the streets, coating the stone beneath his feet in a deep, unholy red. The unlucky ones who crossed his path barely had a moment to scream before they were sent to meet their ancestors, their lives snuffed out like candle flames.

At the city gates, another slaughter had begun.

The Wu Clan's small army pushed through with ruthless efficiency, cutting down anyone who dared stand in their way. Those who did not drop to their knees in submission were torn apart like insects beneath their boots. Their advance was as swift as it was brutal, leaving nothing but corpses in their wake.