Foes

One of the four great Maskwalkers, a mistress of twin serpent swords whose silks become four pythons; sealed in the Mirrorwood, she still hunts the pieces of a shattered pipa.

A swordsman in blue who waits, drunk, on the bridge to Pangzhen for the man who once broke his blade.

Iron Fist Sect's senior disciple, so devoted to fighting that he used his master's keepsake to undergo Transcension and became a Maskwalker.

Leader of the mounted raiders of the eastern Wulin, riding a blood-red warhorse sheathed in spikes; as a young man he meant to join the very path he now hunts.

Puppets in the likeness of children, forever lively and mischievous.

Baishan disciples who wield paired daggers with light, agile footwork.

Bandits wielding a long-handled saber, clad in crude, worn armor and wearing thick masks to suppress Sha-Chi.

Blackwater Crew disciples who underwent Transcension to improve their prowess in the water.

Butchers who underwent Transcension.

Brutes reeking of charred flesh and decay, their blue-black bodies now impervious to the searing flames of Chaos.

Brutes reeking of decay, their flesh a sickly blue-black save for a deep crimson patch over the heart.

Madwomen wrapped in filthy white garments, with strands of red thread wound through their darkened flesh and extending up to their masks.