Beneath the Tang’s dim, crumbling skies,
A warrior walks, with shadowed eyes.
Lin Jianyu, the Silent Blade,
By loss and treachery betrayed.
His father's name, once revered with grace,
Now bears a shame he must erase.
He wields his sword, but seeks much more—
The hidden truth behind the bloody score.
Through forests deep and mountains high,
He chases whispers on the wind's sigh.
In frost and fog, his steps are light,
A lone shadow cloaked in night.
A traitor’s debt must yet be paid,
But power twists in shadows laid.
Beside a fierce and wary guide,
He guards his trust, yet walks beside.
In ancient ruins, dawn will find,
Blades clashing, fate intertwined.
Revenge or peace—what will remain?
Can honor cleanse a family’s stain?
