Bai Yu's scream, a raw, primal eruption of anguish, tore through the smoke-filled air. It echoed like a mournful wail through the ruined cityscape. Stumbling to a halt at the city gate, his vision blurred as he took in the horrific tableau. His heart hammered a frantic tattoo against his ribs, threatening to burst free.
Nailed to the imposing wooden gates were four grotesquely mutilated figures. Missing limbs, gaping wounds exposing bone – the display was a deliberate act of barbarity, a chilling message of absolute dominance. But amidst the carnage, recognition struck Bai Yu like a lightning bolt. The four Xiantian experts of Blue Tempest Island. And one, his face pale and contorted in a final scream, belonged to his father, Patriarch Bai.
Rage, a white-hot inferno, consumed Bai Yu. The world narrowed down to the sight of his father's lifeless form. Reason melted away in the face of this monstrous betrayal. "How dare they!" he roared, the sound raw and primal, echoing across the deserted street. The fury threatened to consume him, but a seed of cold calculation began to sprout within.A single Stormwind soldier, clad in bloodied armor, sauntered into view, humming a jaunty tune.
Glancing at the corpses with a bored expression, he spat on the ground. "Thought I heard something," he muttered.Time seemed to warp around Bai Yu. His body ached to unleash the power surging within, to obliterate this soldier and every last Stormwind invader. He clenched his jaw, forcing down the primal urge. Instead, he retreated deeper into the shadows, the soldier's careless words echoing in his ears: "...sent a message they wouldn't soon forget. Now back to celebrating our glorious victory."As the soldier swaggered away, Bai Yu emerged from the shadows, his rage hardening into a cold, steely resolve.
This wasn't a mere outburst; it was a conscious decision. He had witnessed the true face of war, the merciless brutality that lurked beneath. This world held no chivalry, no honor – only power, and the will to survive at any cost. Rising to his full height, Bai Yu surveyed the smoking ruins. "This debt of blood will not be forgotten, Stormwind Island," he swore, his voice devoid of warmth, laced with a terrifying killing intent. "Ten years, or a hundred, you will pay. You will drown in a storm of your own blood."