Why would someone like me destroy a small but proud dynasty?"
Yun Wao stood in silence, the wind brushing past him like it didn't care. His eyes scanned the scorched ground, the blackened bones of buildings that used to be home. This was where he learned to walk. Where his siblings argued about who got the last bun. Where his father once told him, "A dynasty isn't built with bricks, it's built with blood."
And now?
Just ashes.
No king. No guards. No parents. No dynasty.
Even with all his strength — and he had a lot — wiping out a place like this would've taken everything he had. And whoever did it… made it look easy.
"Who would do this? What kind of monster wipes out an entire dynasty like they're cleaning their boots?"
He clenched his fists.
"And why us?"
[Alright, let's back up. Before the doom and gloom and mystery fireball attack.]
Long before this mess, Yun Wao was living like a retired emperor in the Li Dynasty. No responsibilities, no angry uncles, no weird uncles either. Just endless food, music, and people calling him "Young Master" like he was royalty — which, to be fair, he technically was.
He wasn't saving the world. He wasn't fighting demons. He was partying like the world would never burn.
One day, he jumped into a fountain just to prove he could hold his breath longer than the fish.
Another time, he tried flirting with the daughter of a merchant, only to realize she was actually the merchant. (He still flirted. She still slapped him.)
Life was good. Stupid, loud, ridiculous — but good.
And then… he came home.
He expected guards. Trumpets. Maybe even his annoying cousin trying to borrow spirit stones.
Instead, he found a graveyard with no tombstones. Just smoke. And silence.
He walked through the ruins. Not a single soul remained. Not even the dogs. The wind didn't howl — it whispered, like it was trying not to wake the dead.
There was no one left to wake.
Yun Wao didn't cry. He didn't scream. He didn't punch the ground and shout at the heavens.
He just stood there.
And for the first time in his life…
he couldn't think of anything at all.
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