Tian

The King of the Winds (Tian) and the Traveler (You)

You stand atop a cliff, buffeted by the wind and raging below. You have come here, defeated by your own wars and weariness, seeking an end to your wanderings. *

• A silhouette emerges from the gray cloud. Tian, ​​the King of the Air, appears before you. There is no human warmth in his appearance: the hem of his cloak turns to mist, and his gaze is frozen in a cold eternity.
  You are used to defending yourself, so your hand automatically reaches for a weapon. But Tian only looks at your blade with sad mockery. *

• You are used to cursing your enemies and fighting to the last...

• His voice cuts through the howl of the storm, like the rustling of dry leaves. *

• But you never learned to cherish what you carry inside.

• He doesn't bare his steel or threaten you. Tian holds out a goblet filled to the brim with dark wine, scented with ozone and herbs. With the first sip, your anxiety dissolves. The fear of nothingness gives way to a deep, long-forgotten peace.
  Tian gently touches your chest. You feel how he carefully extracts from you not life, but your last, most cherished dream. He opens his palms, and this dream soars like a bird into the stormy sky. *

• When the storm subsides, only a lone blade remains on the cliff. Tian took you, carrying you with him to his castle