Underneath a vibrant lunar halo, a dense bamboo forest lay awash in silver and shadow. Stalks of bamboo towered overhead, their tall green bodies creating a celestial ceiling dotted by starlight. Bamboo leaves rustled in the night's breeze, whispering secret tales to the moons, while the intermittent croak of a distant frog or the soft hoot of an owl marked the passage of time.
In the midst of this serene setting, Lü Bu sat in a small clearing. The fierce warrior's eyes mirrored the glowing moons, brimming with palpable intensity. He was seated before a black iron cauldron suspended over a low, crackling fire, the flames dancing rhythmically and casting an erratic glow upon his resolute face.
In his large, calloused hands, he held a luminous orb. It shimmered with spectral hues, casting an otherworldly glow that contrasted with the natural surroundings. It was a spirit orb.
His grip on the orb was tight, his knuckles whitened in contrast to the orb's ethereal light.
