The Unyielding Silence of Xinhe

In an age before mercy ruled power, one king rose above all others.

Zhao Yan, ruler of Luo An, sat upon the Dragon Throne.

Believing Heaven itself had chosen him. His armies moved like a living storm,

unstoppable and unforgiving. Village after village fell. Not through negotiation, but through fear.

Resistance was answered with destruction. Mercy was considered weakness. With every victory,

the kingdom grew. Until only one place remained untouched. A small city called Xinhe.

No tribute. No surrender. Only silence. The generals mocked it.

A city too small to matter. But silence can be louder than rebellion.