The Han Family of Desert City...
The Han Family grounds were in ruins. Bodies were strewn everywhere, and blood stained the earth red. The once-bustling Han Mansion was now deathly silent, the only sound the incessant CRACKLE of burning buildings all around. Thick black smoke could be seen rising from all corners of the family estate.
At the entrance to the ancestral hall deep within the Han estate, a group of Martial Artists in blue robes had formed a watertight siege. Leading them was none other than the Lan Family's steward, Lan Sha!
"Listen up, you people inside! This is your last chance. If you don't surrender now, don't blame us for what comes next!" Lan Sha bellowed at the ancestral hall. With a wave of his hand, the Martial Artists behind him raised their bows, aiming arrows wreathed in flames at the Han Family's ancestral hall.
