A few years ago, while Chiron was still trapped in the Fog of unbounded demise...
Old Fang entered the dark, stone-hewn chambers beneath the Diligence Family estate, carrying a spirit lamp. Its ethereal glow flickered softly, casting long shadows that danced across the damp walls as he descended into the hidden training grounds.
The scent of sweat, earth, and old blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp metallic tang of spiritual energy still pulsing from recent battles. As Old Fang approached the edge of a deep pit, he could hear the strained, labored breathing of someone locked in combat below.
