Fu's ancient hands trembled as the vision faded from his mind. Mountains of corpses stretched across a blasted landscape, their blood turning the earth crimson. A single warrior stood atop the carnage, neither triumphant nor defeated - simply present, like death itself given form.
The Archive's shelves shifted around Fu as he stumbled to a particular section. The blank page that had haunted him now contained text, appearing as if written by an unseen hand.
The words described the Demon Sect's attempted conquest - their leaders possessed of power that bordered on divine. These beings could transform into monstrous shapes that defied description, their very presence warping reality around them.
