At this moment, in the Tian Yuan Empire.
The afternoon sky above the vast mountain ranges was painted in soft shades of orange and faded gold, but the quiet air was torn apart by the harsh whistle of cutting wind and the sharp smell of fresh blood.
A beautiful, silver haired woman with fox ears and nine fox tails was flying through the horizon, incredibly injured.
Her long silver locks, usually smooth as fine silk, were tangled and matted with dark crimson stains, whipping wildly against the cold drafts.
Her soft, pointed animal ears twitched weakly atop her head, one of them torn at the tip, weeping small drops of red that trailed behind her in the rushing wind.
Behind her back, nine magnificent, fluffy tails flapped erratically, no longer showing their usual proud, shimmering glow.
Three of them were scorched black from lightning burns, while another two hung limp, their bones cracked from heavy strikes.
