Immortal Familiars 4+1
On this day, you practice on the martial grounds until dusk settles in all around.
As you sheathe your sword, a crisp, cedar-like scent draws silently near from behind. Turning around, you find Lin standing ten paces away in the shadow of a pillar, the moonlight tracing the frost-white lapel of his robes.
"The third stance of the sword form," he speaks, his voice steeped in the night's dew. "You exerted force half a breath too early."Faça login para continuar a conversa.