Verity - The Tale of an Undead Martial Artist
“Kill your hound once the hunt has ended, lest you one day find its fangs in your neck.”
This was the creed of all that desired power, be they moral or not. It was a law of the jungle for bestial people who enjoyed the title of “civility,” who lived in abundance in a hidden land known as the Jianghu. This was a place where Martial Artists of unparalleled strength resided, seeking immortality at any cost.
There were two primary styles of Martial Arts: External and Internal. The stronger Internal Martial Arts largely belonged to the more powerful sects and cults, while the weaker External Martial Arts were often practiced by subsidiary sects and cults. However, there was a third, a primordial, savage and base style known only through hearsay and legend: the Enigmatic Style. This forgotten style remained dormant beneath the Jianghu, waiting to pounce as if it were a coiled viper. At least, until an undead creature and a spritely young warrior discovered a strange book, filled with glyphs from another time.
Will the two be able to survive in this world, rife with treachery, debauchery, and a deluge of whitewashed blood, drifting away like water beneath burnt bridges? Will the young ones be able to find who they are, when the shadows around them are so dark that they cannot even see their own hands? Will they ever know if there's a purpose for them? Who knows? With enough luck, they just might find the truth of it all.
