As Li Chen stepped into the steaming shower, letting the hot water cascade over his battered body, he was suddenly not alone in his mind.
"Something is coming," a deep, resonant voice echoed in his thoughts.
Li Chen sighed. "Jeez, where have you been? Took your sweet time chiming in."
The voice chuckled, ancient and powerful. It belonged to the God of War itself, an entity that had inexplicably transmigrated its consciousness into Li Chen's body, coexisting with his own soul.
"Been letting you have your fun, didn't want to startle or interrupt you and your new wife, of course," the God of War rumbled with dark amusement.
Rolling his eyes, Li Chen lathered up a loofah. "What do you mean something is coming? Spit it out."
