戰士━  The warrior’s body worked, each individual limb moved fluidly as if each motion was linked. Everything was pre-planned; every thrust forward, the bending of his knees forcing the warrior into a deep lunge, as well as each heavy swing of his axes. Despite the lack of an opponent’s presence, Zhang Liao hammered each and every swing through the air and pushed his body until it screamed for him to yield. Even then, he worked through the elements to strengthen his mind and spirits both. He could not, would not be caught unawares, not when there was so much at stake. He had to continually train his body and prepare for the hardships ahead. The warrior’s path was unending, and it never did cease–even in death. 

      “Perhaps if it obscured more than it currently does…”