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But take note: you can only save <@tu.kw>one</> Glyph with you at any given time.

The writing knife <@tu.kw>cannot be used</> when you already have a Glyph with you.

But you can always place the Glyph you have into any <@tu.kw>blank Glyph Tile</>.

This way, you can <@tu.kw>adjust</> the Glyphs' positions.

Use it as needed, within reason.

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...It is time to draw blades.

<@tu.kw>Suppression pillars</>, interlocking devices jointly built by the Tianshi Bureaus and the Sui Regulator.

<@tu.kw>Activate</> them in the north, south, east, and west regions, then defeat <@tu.kw>all enemies</> within each region, thereby <@tu.kw>weakening</> the abilities of the different parts of Sui.

Keep an eye on the <@tu.kw>time limit</>. When the countdown ends, Sui will break through the seal and join the battle.

If you are prepared, you can activate the <@tu.kw>central suppression pillar</>, removing the seal so you can <@tu.kw>face Sui</>.

When the seal is broken, <@tu.kw>all deployed Operators will be forcibly retreated and their Redeployment Time reset</>.

Sui is extremely powerful, so you must use the <@tu.kw>suppression pillars</> to weaken It first!

Enough! This farce of a game must have an end!

Hah, an end? Did you not once tell me... that the board is endless, and that our battle is so much more than the board called 'Wang'?

I am not the only one playing against you.

What you have sown, I have reaped for you. Here.

If it isn't Wang the weiqi failure. If you'd told us you needed our help, we would've shown up sooner, y'know?

Here lies a dream unchained. I gift unto you verse and wine, wind and rain.

You can't fight on an empty stomach, Wang.

Starshrouded snow, crude mounts utmost risen!

At this final battle, we are here. Together.

They have all found their own paths. Each and every one of them has triumphed over you, leaving you in the dust.

Do you still believe you have the upper hand?

How can this be... HOW CAN THIS BE?!

I, with split stones and a burnt board, shall send you off on your final journey!

No, it is not yet over. There is still a chance...

Fie upon your 'transcendence', your 'own paths'! Those are simply the power they have stolen from me, and your candle grows dim—

—My candle grows dim, as does yours.

You have squandered your memories. Now, upon this faraway board, we are all equally insignificant.

What?!

You dare... You cannot—

We no longer need you.

The people of this land no longer need you.

Even the evolution and the future upon which you fixate no longer need you.

And when your opponent no longer needs you...

Your fate is sealed.

'Hui-chieh... your name is Ch'en Hui-chieh.'

'Remember this family name. The rest has nothing to do with you.'

'Tal... is my sister?'

'I hate you. And I hate them. I should love you, but right now I hate every last one of you.'

'Hui-chieh, grow up soon.'

'When you grow up... you'll change everything.'

<p=2>Three days before the day of the full moon</>

...Thunder.

And nothing more.

It's late autumn. If you wait till winter, the roads will be hard to traverse.

...Hmph.

Hui-chieh... you should go back.

'Go back'?

To where? Lungmen?

I've already told you what you want to know.

So you should understand, all that lies in front of you is none of your business.

Hah... I think you've gotten old, Uncle.

If you were five years younger, we would have crossed swords already.

Your temperament has changed too.

You don’t have many issues here, over the past few days at this posthouse.

Because I still don't trust you.

What you said... about the Grand Preceptor, about your brother—that 'other uncle' I've never met, and the old True Lung...

It's not my place to comment, but if I have to say something, I'm just glad you're not the one running Yan.

I cannot argue with that...

I really do want to know what was going on in your head when you left Baizao, why Mother followed you to Lungmen, and why she stayed.

But at this point, I'm not expecting to hear a fair answer—or an objective account of the past from you.

So I'll find the answers myself—and I'm not leaving until I do.

You have a knack for messing things up when it matters most, especially when it's about you.

To stop you from doing anything stupid again, or even just to keep you safe—I'm not leaving until I'm done.

So let's both save our breath.

Hui-chieh... these past few years, you—

Same as always. Nothing worth sharing.

Perhaps it's better to wait until you're willing...

Ch'en Hui-chieh looks out the window.

The lights of the far-off nomadic city have been dim for days, leaving Baizao's skyline vague at night, like the spine of a Feranmut in hiding.

She tries to imagine the colossal creatures from ancient fables only recently confirmed as real to her.

Fine autumn rain drizzles against the window, like pins and needles on glass.

Still no news.

Then that's the best news we could ask for.

There is no hoping for a positive turn of events, at this point.

So, if anything strange happens in Baizao... Yumen won't hesitate to go to war.

This 'bestial Sui' you talk of, the unrest it might cause, and any battle it might provoke... no one's sure how any of it could turn out.

Correct.

So this is the secret Great Yan has hidden for over a thousand years... You two are so alike.

There is a strange detail, though.

Time is running out, but in the past ten days, there have been no more than three Messenger parties traveling between Yumen and Baizao.

When Yumen is facing war, we would expect far more traffic.

Lord Wei, a visitor.

At a time like this...?

Send them in.

I trust you've been well, Lord Wei.

Likewise, Grand Tutor.

So you're... the Grand Tutor of Yan?

I did not know Lady Ch'en would be here as well.

How do you...?

Ch'en is certain she has never met this old man before.

She cannot tell if it is an austere or kind look in his eyes, but he recognizes her instantly.

Swiftly, he turns that same gaze to Wei Yenwu.

That's another matter, and a long story.

I see.

So you did heed my advice to stay at this posthouse.

I have no grounds to distrust the Grand Tutor.

It has been Messengers, but today the Grand Tutor graces us with a personal visit...