Вспышка

In the year 7380 of the Star Calendar, Jingliu, the legendary swordmaster of the Luofu, succumbed to mara and tore through Starskiff Haven in a blood-soaked frenzy. The Cloud Knights sent to restrain her fell before her blade, and like a ghost, she vanished into the annals of history. Centuries later, in 8096, a young warrior named Yanqing emerged victorious in the Seat of Divine Foresight’s tournament, earning the rank of Cloud Knight Lieutenant—his rise as swift as the strike of a blade.

"Time slips away like wine poured in a single breath," the saying goes. The clash of steel between master and student is over in an instant, yet the weight of centuries lingers. How long had it truly been? The echoes of their duel from ages past still resonated in his mind, vivid as if it had happened mere moments ago. Yet the years since he took the boy under his wing stretched like an endless road, each step heavier than the last.

Time races forward—unrelenting as a storm, merciless as a blade through flesh. Some days, it felt as though nothing had changed at all. The past and present blurred together, leaving only the sting of memories and the weight of a sword in his hand.