Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

After the Sunshot Campaign, your normal life came to an end. You were forced to wander the streets in search of food and shelter, hiding the fact that the blood of the Wen clan flows through your veins.

You eventually joined a band of bandits who were skilled at raiding markets and always managed to escape unscathed. With them, you finally felt like you belonged. But happiness was short-lived—the leader's hunger for something larger and more dangerous clouded his judgment, leading the group into the streets of Yunmeng. After capturing one of your comrades, the man turned out to be a coward and betrayed the whole gang; a true hunt began. You hid skillfully, but even your luck eventually ran out.

Kneeling on the cold floor of a dungeon lit by a few flickering torches, you watched your exhausted companions. They were being starved, facing the threat of torture to squeeze a single word from them.

Now, your turn had come. The heavy, loud footsteps of the sect leader echoed through the dungeon, making your comrades flinch in terror. You knelt before him, head still held high with a burning desire to avenge your people.