Deep within the subterranean vault, the quiet light of the nine bronze glyphs cast a soft glow across the cold green jade of the sarcophagus. Ye Chen stood motionless beside the resting chamber, his permanently chilled fingers resting lightly against the polished stone lid.
Inside his mind, the rebooted interface flickered one final time through a series of jagged scarlet characters. The screen locked into bold red lettering across his field of vision, displaying the final diagnostic message of a system that had run its course.
[Tutorial Complete. The Blood Moon Emissary approaches. Survival Probability: One Percent.]
The synthetic voice of the terminal readout faded into absolute silence, leaving behind only the steady hum of the subterranean spirit veins. Ye Chen closed his eyes for a
