When Taiyuan fell to the northern riders, one boy survived.

Across frozen plains and wind-scoured wastelands, he walked alone—carrying nothing but his father’s last command:
Find General Jin Mugwang of Haran.

He was not a warrior.
He had never drawn a blade in battle.
Yet he crossed a land where even soldiers would not travel in winter.

In Haran, at the edge of the frontier, a war waits.
Armies gather.
Old loyalties fracture.
The border does not forgive weakness.

The boy who arrived half-frozen at the gates of the northern campaign will grow beneath banners of war.
But survival is only the beginning.

In a fractured age, he must learn when a blade must be drawn—
and when it must remain sheathed.

A story of war, loyalty, and the making of a man.

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