High above Lebanon, where the mountain peaks pierced through layers of dark storm clouds, a lone figure sat motionless upon a broad slab of black stone. His legs remained crossed while his hands rested naturally upon his knees, his eyes shut as though he had entered a deep meditation. Around him, the wind howled endlessly, carrying countless strands of blue lightning that danced across the mountain summit before disappearing into the clouds overhead. The figure was immense, standing nearly twelve feet tall even while seated. A thick beard framed his rugged face while long ash black hair was tied neatly behind his head in a warrior's ponytail. Draped over his powerful frame was a black hanfu embroidered with silver dragons that seemed almost alive whenever lightning reflected across the fabric.
