Li Shenhai and the Eternal Empire

Beneath a crimson moon’s silent glow,

A river murmurs secrets long ago.

A boy with sword and scroll in hand,

Born to walk a shadowed land.



Fate’s threads unravel, tight and thin—

Will he break free, or be drawn in?

From whispered legends, storms will rise,

An empire’s fall beneath dark skies.



Step softly now, the tale begins—

Where broken swords cut deepest sins.