Zhuo Bi

The shield bears the face of a snarling beast, and every swing of it is a crushing blow; slammed into the ground, it sends dust surging up around him.

He can also crouch behind it and charge. He never dodges — armor and bulk take whatever comes.

Raised in military camps, he knew only horns and orders: east when Wu Xuan said east, west when he said west, and no hesitation when the order came to undergo Transcension.

Nothing of himself is left but the duty to hold the line. He has not looked behind him in so long that he does not know red threads now wind through the Village of Lu and puppets fill its ground.