Wu Jian looked around at the dark expanse of space. Where was he? How did he get here? The last thing he remembered was… nothing. He couldn’t remember what he was doing before now.
“Wu… Jian…”
A low groan echoed behind him. It was the sound of someone in agony. Wu Jian felt a jolt of fear race through his spine. He didn’t want to turn around, but something compelled him to.
“F-Father…”
His father stood before him, his face gaunt, skin pallid like it had been drained of blood, and a gaping hole through his chest. Bits of flesh hung around the hole and blood spilled out to cover the entire lower half of his hanfu.
“You… why are you so weak? Why weren’t you… strong? If you… were stronger… you could have… saved the clan…”
Wu Jian took a step back, fear clawing at his insides, but he trie
