In the heart of the White City, beneath skies still tinted with the echoes of the New Year's fireworks, Mousan stood silently, facing the towering silhouette of the temple. The structure loomed like a black and crimson wound stitched into the city's purity—its sharp spires clawing upward like accusations.
This was the day.
A duty—no, a role—had been set upon him. Whether it was fate or simply necessity, he was about to take his first step into a place far stranger than any training hall.
