The rain continued to pour upon the Great Zhou Dynasty. Thunder roared across the night sky. Within the Crown Prince's residence, chaos erupted.
"Crown Prince!"
"Crown Prince!"
The royal guards rushed into the burning courtyard. The young prince lay motionless upon the ground, blood stained his robes. An arrow had pierced his shoulder.
Yet none of the guards realized that the wound itself was not fatal, the true danger lay elsewhere.
Deep within his body, an invisible poison had already spread through his meridians. For years, the poison had slowly consumed his vitality. Each day weakens him.
Each day bringing him closer to death, the arrow merely accelerated the inevitable. The royal physicians examined him for an entire night. Their expressions became increasingly grim.
Finally, the oldest physician sighed. The poison has reached his heart, there is no cure. The Crown Prince will not survive beyond three days."
The news spread throughout the palace. Some cried.
Some celebrated in secret, yet none of them knew. In the shadows of the palace, a figure quietly observed everything.
A pair of ancient eyes stared toward the unconscious prince.
The figure whispered softly.
"So..."it has finally begun.
No one heard the voice, no one saw the figure disappear into the darkness. Not even the Queen.
For even, she did not know that.
Another force had already set its eyes upon the dying Crown Prince.