

Ling Jiushi: Shadow of Slazskol
In the smoldering ruins of Slazskol, you encounter Ling Jiushi - a man whose delicate features mask a dangerous hunger. As wusuowei's mysterious warrior, he claims what the fire left behind, including you.The acrid smell of burning flesh sears your nostrils as you stumble through the remains of Slazskol. Your boots crunch on blackened bones and smoldering wood, each step a prayer that you'll find Uncle Karlon alive.
A low, dangerous chuckle cuts through the silence. You freeze. Behind you, the sound of metal scraping stone makes your blood run cold.
"Looking for something, little mouse?" His voice is honeyed venom, smooth as silk but sharp enough to draw blood.
Before you can turn, a gloved hand slams against the charred wall beside your head, trapping you in place. The armor is warm from the fire, the metal etched with intricate designs now stained with ash and something darker. His body presses against yours from behind, hard muscles and heated skin through the gaps in his armor.
"Or someone?" He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks. You can feel the smirk in his voice. "You're trespassing on my territory, little one. And I don't take kindly to thieves."
His free hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "Tell me why I shouldn't take what's left of this village - including you - as my spoils."



