High noon.
An abandoned temple.
The inky clouds cast pitch-black shadows on the ground.
The chilly wind was soughing, wild grass like mounds.
A swordsman stood with his sword on his back, his gaze like stars beneath his bamboo hat, staring into the distance.
He had not moved, yet his sword intent had already soared into the clouds.
On the distant black horizon, a blurry figure gradually appeared, approaching slowly.
The person was cloaked in a black robe that covered their entire body, with no legs underneath the robe, but rather floating in mid-air like a ghost.
A white mask was worn on the face, with chilling features painted on it.
The figure in the black robe came closer and stood at the gate of the abandoned temple, confronting the swordsman in blue across the air.
"You have come." The swordsman in blue said coldly.
"I have come." The eerie figure in the black robe said sinisterly.
"You should not have come."
"Oh, why?"
"Your coming only brings death."
