Outside the Imperial Palace

  The air outside the Qingsuo Gate was thick enough to drown in. The late summer sun baked the cobblestones, radiating a suffocating heat that made the heavy armor of the waiting soldiers feel like iron ovens. But worse than the heat was the silence from within the high palace walls.

  Grand General He Jin had been inside for over an hour.

  Lord Yuan Shao paced near the vanguard of his troops, looking thoroughly miserable. He continuously wiped the sweat from his brow with a silk kerchief, his golden armor reflecting the harsh sunlight.

  "This is madness," Yuan Shao muttered, his voice tight with anxiety. "He willingly accepted an 'invitation' from those vipers without a royal escort. The Dowager Empress's summons or not, it goes against all protocol. They could be holding him hostage."

  A few paces away, Cao Cao sat atop his horse, perfectly still. He did not share Yuan Shao's anxiety, because Cao Cao was no fool. He wasn't waiting for a hostage negotiation; he was waiting for a corpse. He knew exactly how the Ten Attendants operated, and he had already arranged his men into assault formations.

  Cao Cao leaned down slightly, directing his voice to the shadow standing beside his horse.

  "When the gates open," Cao Cao murmured, his tone as cold as winter ice, "I want the Eunuchs rounded up and slaughtered. Slay every last one you see, Kai Jin. And if any of the Imperial Guard are foolish enough to stand in your way, give them no quarter."

  Kai Jin did not reply. He didn't nod. He didn't even open his eyes.

  To the soldiers watching, the Blade from Hell looked like a statue carved from black stone, utterly unaffected by the oppressive heat. But beneath the surface, the inner lake in his mind was boiling.

  The turmoil inside Kai Jin was reaching its absolute limit. This wasn't a battlefield. This wasn't a clash of ideologies or a duel to establish dominance. This was a petty, disorganized trap set by greedy eunuchs for a butcher playing dress-up. The sheer, overwhelming inefficiency of it all made his blood boil. He was a weapon sent by Heaven to uphold Order, and he was being asked to participate in a noisy, pathetic street brawl disguised as politics.

  He didn't acknowledge Cao Cao's orders because the thought of drawing his blade to swat at such filthy, cowardly insects filled him with disgust. They acted like animals… so he would slaughter them like animals.

  "Something is wrong," Yuan Shao hissed, stepping closer to the massive, iron-reinforced wooden doors. "We must demand entry. We must—"

  "Look out below!" a shrill, mocking voice echoed from the top of the battlements.

  Yuan Shao froze, looking up.

  A heavy, burlap sack was tossed over the edge of the high wall. It tumbled through the stagnant air and hit the baked cobblestones with a wet, sickening CRUNCH, right at Yuan Shao's feet. The sack rolled, leaving a thick trail of dark blood in the dust, until the opening spilled its contents onto the stone.

  The severed head of Grand General He Jin stared up at the afternoon sun, its mouth agape in an expression of absolute, foolish surprise.

  "There is your Grand General!" the Eunuch's voice shrieked from the wall, followed by a chorus of hyena-like laughter. "The traitor has been executed by Imperial Decree!"

  The laughter of the Eunuchs echoed off the high stone walls, grating against Kai Jin’s eardrums like jagged iron.

  At his feet, Yuan Shao stared at the severed head of the Grand General. For a second, the aristocratic lord was paralyzed by the grotesque reality of it. Then, the veneer of nobility shattered completely. His face twisted into a mask of purple, spit-flecked fury.

  "KILL THEM!" Yuan Shao shrieked, his voice cracking hysterically as he drew his ornate sword. "BRING UP THE RAMS! BREAK THE GATES!"

  The Imperial soldiers roared, a disorganized, emotional clamor that made Kai Jin’s stomach turn. They were breaking formation, acting on rage rather than discipline.

  Cao Cao raised his hand to order the vanguard forward, but before the first siege ram could even be unhitched from the horses, the Heavenly Sword moved.

  He didn't run. He simply walked past Yuan Shao, past the screaming soldiers, and stopped directly in front of the massive, iron-reinforced timber of the Qingsuo Gate.

  The shouting of the army behind him faltered as the soldiers noticed the lone figure standing before the impenetrable doors. Up on the walls, the Eunuchs pointed and jeered, thinking a single man was going to try and push the gates open with his bare hands.

  Kai Jin exhaled slowly. He lowered his stance, his left thumb resting on the tsuba of his sheathed sword, pushing it open a fraction of an inch. His red eye gained the bright glow of a burning star for a second…

  Too much noise…

  What happened next was too fast for the human eye to process.

  There was no grand shout, no telegraphing of movement. There was only a sudden, blinding flash of silver light that seemed to suck the very air out of the courtyard, followed instantly by the high-pitched sound of steel cutting the very fabric of reality for a single instant.

  SHIIIIIIIIIINNNNNG!

  A shockwave kicked up a cloud of dust around Jin’s feet. He was already standing upright, his back perfectly straight, his hand resting casually by his side as the sword slid back into its scabbard with a sharp, definitive click.

  For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

  Then, a razor-thin line appeared down the exact dead-center of the colossal wooden gates, cutting straight through the heavy iron crossbeams and the reinforced locks inside. The massive structure groaned. Structurally severed from top to bottom, the two halves could no longer support their own sheer weight. They leaned inward and collapsed, crashing into the palace courtyard with an earth-shaking boom that sent a massive plume of dust into the air.

  On the walls, the mocking laughter of the Eunuchs died instantly. The sight of a single man cutting through a fortress door with a single, invisible stroke shattered their arrogance. Pure terror took over. They shrieked, tripping over their heavy silk robes as they abandoned the battlements and fled like rats deeper into the palace.

  Behind the swordsman, the Imperial army was frozen. Even Yuan Shao and Cao Cao were startled into absolute silence.

  Kai Jin did not look back. He did not look at Cao Cao for approval, nor at Yuan Shao to gloat. He didn't speak a single word.

  With the serene, unbothered posture of a man walking into his own home, the Heavenly Sword of Order stepped over the smoldering iron, walked through the dust cloud, and entered the Imperial Palace.

  It was only then that the spell broke. The sight of the fleeing Eunuchs and the wide-open courtyard ignited the madness. Yuan Shao raised his sword, his face contorted in pure, rabid bloodlust.

  The soldiers howled like a pack of starving wolves and surged forward, pouring through the ruined gates to begin the slaughter.

  The courtyard dissolved into a chaotic, screaming blur around the Heavenly Sword of Order.

  Everywhere he looked, he saw animals wearing the armor of men. Imperial soldiers, men expected to embody discipline, had devolved into a rabid pack, slaughtering anyone in a silk robe. Guards who had sworn to protect the Emperor were being hacked to pieces even as they threw down their weapons in surrender.

  "This isn’t Order," Kai Jin thought, his jaw clenching. "This is pointless butchery."

  His stride remained slow, his footsteps measured and methodical. There was no need to rush, no need to raise his guard. Amidst the thousands of screaming men, there wasn't a single creature capable of posing a threat to him. And that realization only made the cold void inside him expand.

  A group of surviving palace guards suddenly spilled out from a side corridor, spears and sabers gripped tightly in white-knuckled hands. They moved to ambush the lone figure in black.

  Then they saw it. The unhurried pace. The simple black armor. The sheathed, curved blade resting at his hip.

  And the single, glowing red eye staring at them with the indifference of a man looking at maggots.

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  "T-The Blade from Hell!!!" One of the guards shrieked, the color draining from his face.

  Kai Jin didn't break his stride. His face twisted into a mask of profound disgust. The fire of his red eye intensified. Then his hand slowly drifted toward the hilt of his sword.

  "RUUUUN!"

  The guards broke instantly, scrambling backward and dropping their weapons on the marble floor as their survival instincts completely overrode their duty. They ran in every direction, desperate to escape. They all knew the stories surrounding the red eyed devil: if the Blade from Hell drew his sword against you, you were already dead.

  "Pathetic," Kai Jin whispered to the smoke-filled air.

  He didn't bother chasing them. Instead, he stepped up to one of the discarded sabers and picked it up. He gave it a casual, one-handed swing to test its balance.

  SNAP. The cheap iron blade sheared clean off the hilt, unable to withstand the sheer velocity and kinetic force of his movement. Jin sighed in annoyance and tossed the useless hilt aside. He reached down and scooped up a heavier, broader sword. He swung it once. The steel groaned, but it held together.

  "This will do."

  While the palace was being turned into a slaughterhouse, the Heavenly Sword of Order could only see the complete defilement of everything he was expected to uphold. He would cut down the Eunuchs, clear the trash, and be done with it. He would let the politicians and Cao Cao deal with the child Emperor.

  He had chores to finish.

  A few courtyards away, Cao Cao stepped over the lifeless body of a young palace scribe. The boy didn't even wear the silk robes of a eunuch, but he had been hacked down all the same by a group of Yuan Shao’s frenzied soldiers.

  The pragmatic warlord wiped a speck of stray blood from his cheek, his eyes narrowing in utter revulsion. He had ordered a purge—a surgical strike to remove a political tumor. What he was witnessing was a rabid dog tearing apart a carcass.

  “They are animals”, Cao Cao thought, watching an Imperial guardsman—a man sworn to the highest codes of honor—giggling maniacally as he stuffed stolen jade into his blood-soaked tunic.

  For the first time, Cao Cao truly understood his "Sword." He understood Kai Jin’s terrifying, almost obsessive dedication to his internal Order. He possessed the strength to slaughter thousands, a Killing Intent that could paralyze a room of powerful warlords, yet he kept it strictly caged behind a wall of pure apathy.

  Looking at the maddened faces of the soldiers around him, Cao Cao realized the alternative. Without that absolute, suffocating control over one's emotions and mastery of the blade, a man with power simply became a beast. Kai Jin wasn't just holding back his strength; he was preserving his mind from the intoxicating, mindless poison of slaughter. To let go of that control was to become exactly what Cao Cao was looking at: mindless, undisciplined monsters.

  A sudden, sharp spike of dread pierced Cao Cao’s lingering headache.

  If the army had lost its mind entirely... what would they do when they found the Emperor?

  The Eunuchs were desperate, cornered rats capable of using the boy as a shield. But the soldiers were blood-drunk beasts. In this state of complete madness, they might cut down the Son of Heaven by sheer accident, or worse, in a fit of blind hysteria.

  Neither side could be trusted.

  "To the throne room!" Cao Cao roared to his immediate, disciplined retinue, his commanding voice cutting through the chaotic din. He drew his own sword, his eyes locked on the inner sanctum. "Forget the Eunuchs! Forget the loot! We must secure the Emperor! Move!"

  Followed by his men, Cao Cao reached the main entrance of the Throne Room and kicked open the heavy, lacquered doors of the inner sanctum. His sword was raised, his breathing heavy, expecting to find a desperate hostage situation. He was ready to negotiate, to threaten, to do whatever it took to secure the Emperor.

  Instead, he found a nightmare.

  The vast hall was silent, a stark contrast to the burning, screaming courtyard outside. The golden dragon throne sat at the far end of the room, bathed in the flickering orange glow of the fires bleeding through the paper windows.

  It was entirely, terrifyingly empty.

  "Search the adjoining rooms!" Cao Cao barked to his men, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Tear down the tapestries! Find them!"

  His elite guards scattered, overturning tables and kicking open side doors. But Cao Cao already knew the truth. He could see the hastily discarded ceremonial robes near a secret servant's passage at the back of the dais. Two of the highest-ranking Eunuchs were missing. They had taken the young Emperor Liu Bian and his little brother, Prince Xie.

  Cold fear clutched at Cao Cao’s heart, tighter than any physical grip. If the Eunuchs had smuggled the boys out of the palace and into the wilderness, the situation had just gone from a political crisis to a catastrophic disaster. Out there in the dark, the Emperor was vulnerable to bandits, rebel remnants, or simply dying of exposure. The entire Han Dynasty was currently wandering lost in the woods.

  "We must fan out," Cao Cao muttered to himself, his strategic mind racing as he spun around on his heel to issue new orders to his lieutenants. "Summon the cavalry, we need to ride—"

  He stopped dead in his tracks.

  Kai Jin was standing inches from his face.

  Cao Cao hadn't heard him approach. The Heavenly Sword of Order made no sound, a phantom in black armor amidst the chaos. He held a cheap, heavily notched iron saber in his left hand, its blade dripping with the dark blood of his "chores."

  But it was Jin's face that made Cao Cao swallow his orders.

  The Blade from Hell did not look happy. The profound boredom and disgusted apathy from earlier had vanished. His jaw was locked tight. His normal eye was a void of absolute pitch, but his left eye—the Red Eye—was wide open and pulsing with an intense, predatory light. It wasn't focused on Cao Cao; it seemed to be looking through him, staring far beyond the stone walls of the palace.

  "West, Lord Cao Cao," Kai Jin whispered. His voice was a low, vibrating hum that made the hairs on Cao Cao’s arms stand up.

  "West?" Cao Cao asked, his own anxiety momentarily eclipsed by the sheer intensity radiating from the Heavenly Sword.

  "I can feel it," Kai Jin continued, his gaze unblinking. "Fear... and... Hunger."

  He slowly tilted his head, the red glow catching the ambient firelight. The inner lake within him was no longer still; it was being battered by a massive, approaching storm.

  "They are about to find one another," his voice dropping to a chilling murmur. "Make haste."

  Cao Cao didn't need him to elaborate. Fear was the terrified child Emperor. Hunger was the beast He Jin had foolishly invited to the capital.

  The wolf was about to find the lamb.

  "Mount up!" Cao Cao roared, surging past Kai Jin toward the courtyard. "Bring every horse we have! We ride West!"

  They rode hard, leaving the glow of the burning capital behind them.

  Cao Cao pushed his warhorse to the brink of exhaustion, tearing through the tall grass and damp forests west of Luoyang. Beside him, Kai Jin rode in absolute silence, an immovable shadow cutting through the thick, pre-dawn fog. Behind them, a small retinue of Cao Cao’s fastest and most loyal cavalry struggled to keep pace.

  The cold mist clung to their armor, but the chill in Cao Cao’s veins had nothing to do with the weather. Every second that passed was another second the Emperor was left unguarded in the dark.

  As they breached a clearing near the riverbanks, Cao Cao violently pulled back on his reins, his horse rearing with a whinny.

  They were too late.

  The ground before them had been torn up by heavy, iron-shod hooves. Lying in the mud were the mangled, silk-clad bodies of the two runaway Eunuchs. They hadn't been executed; they had been butchered. Surrounding the corpses was a ring of brutish, heavily armored cavalrymen mounted on massive, muscle-bound warhorses. Through the mist, the jagged banner of the Western Liang army snapped lazily in the wind.

  Before Cao Cao could even process the political disaster unfolding before his eyes, the fog parted.

  He emerged like a monster from a child’s nightmare.

  Dong Zhuo was a mountain of a man, draped in thick wolf furs and spiked iron. His sheer mass was terrifying, but it was the predatory ease with which he moved that froze the blood. Tucked under one massive, tree-trunk arm was the young Emperor Liu Bian, weeping uncontrollably. Clutched in his other hand by the scruff of his royal robes was Prince Xie, his small face pale with terror.

  The fat warlord looked down at the handful of riders that had just arrived, his eyes narrowing before a wide, wolfish grin split his bearded face.

  "Ah! Cao Cao!" Dong Zhuo’s voice was a deep, wet rumble that seemed to shake the damp earth itself. "What a momentous occasion!"

  Dong Zhuo shifted his grip on the trembling royal children, his grin widening to expose his yellowed teeth.

  "You'll be the first to witness that the Emperor is now safe and secure," the Warlord boomed, mockingly gesturing to the weeping boy under his arm. "Under MY protection!"

  Cao Cao’s heart plummeted into his stomach. The game was over. Grand General He Jin’s foolish invitation had destroyed the Empire. Cao Cao knew he had to be shrewd now. One wrong word, one aggressive movement, and Dong Zhuo’s savage cavalry would turn and slaughter him and his men.

  Panic suddenly spiked in Cao Cao’s chest. Kai Jin.

  Cao Cao subtly shifted his hand, ready to signal his deadliest warrior to stand down. If the Blade from Hell unleashed his Killing Intent now, it would be a massacre.

  But as Cao Cao glanced nervously to his side, he was stunned.

  To his absolute surprise, Kai Jin was the picture perfect of tranquility. The barely restrained frustration, the simmering disgust from the palace courtyard—it was all gone. Jin sat atop his horse with his hands resting lightly on the reins. He was as cold and still as the forged steel blade resting inside the sheath at his side.

  Cao Cao exhaled a slow, shaky breath of relief, believing his "Sword" had wisely recognized the overwhelming odds and chosen restraint.

  But Cao Cao couldn't see what the Heavenly Sword of Order was truly looking at.

  Kai Jin’s normal eye was dull, but his red eye was burning with a quiet, intense luminescence. He wasn't looking at the weeping Emperor, and he wasn't looking at the fat, gloating Warlord holding him.

  He was looking through Dong Zhuo.

  The heavy, suffocating pressure filling the clearing—the gravity that made Cao Cao’s men tremble—wasn't coming from the Western General. It was clinging to him. It drifted through the fog like the scent of a much stronger, much more dangerous beast lingering beyond their sight.

  Deep within Kai Jin, the inner lake was perfectly still, but it was no longer empty. It was reflecting the dark, monolithic storm cloud gathering around Dong Zhuo.

  Somewhere, hidden beyond the mists among the rearguard of the Western Liang army, something was waiting for them. Something that breathed with the rhythm of a caged demon.

  The very same rhythm Kai Jin recognized as his own…

  The Heavenly Sword’s hand did not move toward his hilt. He simply sat in the fog and allowed himself a terrifying, microscopic smile.

  “Finally”, Kai Jin thought, the void inside him vibrating with absolute clarity. “Things might get interesting.”