The Cursed Throne of Yanxi

ace, once a symbol of strength and prosperity, now loomed like a forgotten relic of a doomed past. Its corridors echoed with whi

though well-crafted, bore the marks of countless battles, and his once-proud banner was tattered from years of exile. Tonight

a cloaked figure waited in the shadows. "You came," the fi

n replied coldly, his hand resting on the

s seemed to see through him. This was Xian Mei, a witch whose name was whispered in both reverence and fear. Accused of treaso

o a faint smirk. "The truth is a treachero

k plainly, witch. Why summon m

stir again. The stars align as they did on the night of the Empress'

od. It was said that the Empress, betrayed by her most trusted advisor, had used her dying breath

Zhiyuan asked, his voice l

what is coming. The curse is no longer content to claim kings an

The torches lining the palace walls flickered and died, plunging the courtyard into darkness. Mei's eyes narrowe

y?" Zhiyuan demanded

aid, her voice steady but

its face obscured by a hood. The air around it seemed to shim

se?" the figure hissed, it

he witch's light. "I am Sir Liang Zhiyuan, sworn

ut a shadow of the Empress's will, bound to this place until justice

. "A wraith," she whispered. "A m

ve no quarrel with you, spirit. I seek only to

can be no peace while the throne remains stai

hand to cast a barrier of shimmering light. The wraith's attack struck

feat it here," Mei sai

idden passage in the palace wall. The sound of the wraith's enraged cries echoed behind

ainst the wall, catching his breath. The room was filled with ancient

ace?" he asked,

the Vault of Truth. It was built by the first Empress t

ss lying lifeless on the throne, her advisors standing over her with bloodied hands. In the corn

no accident. It was orchestrated by those she trusted most. But she was no ordinary woman. She wiel

what you say is true, then

k. The curse can only be broken by confronting the Empress's spirit and convincing her to rel

fail?" Zh

ssion grim. "If we fail, th

he had sought redemption for his past failures. Now, it seemed, fate had given him

is voice firm. "We must uncover the

our journey begins. But be warned, knight-this path is f

footsteps echoed in the distance. Zhiyuan and Mei exchanged

e is here,"

ps drawing closer. Shadows danced on the walls as a figure ste

iyuan demanded, r

th familiar and haunting. It was a young woman with regal f

ice steady. "The rightful heir to the th

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