The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets as Wei set out with a singular purpose. Each step felt heavy with the weight of his resolve. He had lost Mei Lan, but he had gained a fierce determination to extract vengeance on the one who had betrayed them—Lian.
The air crackled with tension as he approached Lian's apartment. He could still feel the remnants of power coursing through him, a reminder of the promise he had made to Mei Lan. He wouldn't let her death be in vain.
He found the door slightly ajar, as if it beckoned him in. The soft glow of a lamp spilled into the dim hallway, illuminating the shadows that flickered against the walls. Wei pushed the door open, stepping inside without a sound.
"Lian!" he called, his voice a low growl that reverberated off the walls. Silence answered, thick and suffocating. He moved deeper into the apartment, his senses heightened, ready for anything.
