Li Yao found herself standing in a familiar location. It was her childhood home, the place where she had grown up. Or at least, what remained of it. Looking at the widespread devastation around her, it seemed as though a major battle had occurred here—walls were cracked and crumbling, debris scattered everywhere, and the air around was filled with violent qi. She wondered why she was back here. Was she dreaming? She hadn't dreamt of this place in a long time.
She walked slowly toward the front door. The door itself had taken quite severe damage and was almost completely nonexistent, hanging by a single broken hinge. She pushed it open, the wood creaking ominously as she walked in.
Once she stepped inside, she immediately heard the sound of crying—soft, heartbroken sobs. "A child?" she wondered aloud.
