A room somewhere in the lower levels of the Crimson Throne, in the Xuli Capital.
When there were no battles to be fought, Wan Qi usually kept to herself in some quiet corner, writing in a diary that seemed to have no end.
'Year 658 of the Xuli calendar, fourth month...'
'My love, just as you predicted, I have been hailed as a savior. I have become a symbol of faith, much like the heavens above. A grand deification movement has elevated me to heights I never before reached.'
'If false faith can bring hope, then true strength can do so all the more. I have become the people's faith... I don't like this. I don't want to be worshipped in the slightest, but if this is part of fulfilling my destiny, I will accept it gladly.'
'The war is not going in our favor. We have nothing left but the Crimson Throne, the final bastion of our civilization.'
