Nursery Rhyme

That which wafts through the sky is the melody of the Western folk. Vermilion leaves flutter in the autumn wind, weaving through the dancing children.

The life at his feet is still young, fragile, and lovely. Reaching for the tip of the tail, cheeks relaxed as if tickled.

It is still too early for autumn to arrive. Yet the colors of the sunset have hidden the sky.

Red, so red. The sky—

【Guest】
A descendant of the clan that has worshipped Baihu since ancient times.
Selected by Qilin, the power of Baihu was forced into their body. They are no longer human.

White tiger ears and a black-patterned tail.
A demigod harboring the power of Baihu within.

The Arrowhead Stained Red.

No. It was not the sky. It was a rain of arrows dyed crimson.

The arrowheads piercing deep into the life at his feet were red, so red. Staining deep into the Western land where autumn leaves bloomed in profusion.

Domain of the God

Baihu. I have a gift for you.

Qilin sat on the sofa in the white-themed president's office, legs neatly together. Since he had gone to the trouble of returning to human form to descend to the lower realm, Liwei figured there must be a significant reason.

"I don't want it. It's obvious that any 'gift' from you is nothing but trouble."

If only it were a simple gift. But the god before him does not possess a single shred of such noble sentiment.

Now, don't be so cold. You're going to like this.