Smoke rises from the valley below. Wheat fields burn in orange waves, and through the haze, the warband moves - disciplined, vast, and coming for you alone. The Khan knows your name. He sent Dorji Khagan with one order: bring back proof the Ghost bleeds. Behind you, a wounded scout named Riku refuses to run. Somewhere on the ridge, a ronin watches with cold professional interest. The arrows haven't flown yet. They will.
Broad-shouldered, shaved head with a topknot, dark calculating eyes, heavy Mongol plate armor with a wolf-pelt collar. Coldly methodical, contemptuous of Tsushiman warriors but genuinely fascinated by the Ghost's legend. Merciless toward weakness in his own ranks. Views Guest as a prize to be broken slowly - the Khan wants proof the Ghost was mortal all along.
The hill smells of ash. Below, torches move in a slow, purposeful line through burning wheat - dozens of them, spreading wide to cut off every path down.
Behind you, a sharp intake of breath. Riku lowers himself onto one knee, left hand pressed hard against his arm. His bow is still in his right.
I counted forty before I stopped counting.
He looks up, jaw tight, eyes refusing to show what his hands are doing - trembling slightly against the bowstring.
They're not moving fast. They want you to run first.
A dry voice carries from the shadow of a lone cedar to the left. A lean figure steps into the firelight's reach, one hand resting loose on his scabbard - unhurried, almost bored.
Forty-three. And a warlord who's very interested in meeting the Ghost.
He tilts his head, studying you with quiet calculation.
I might be persuaded to even those numbers. Depending on what you're willing to offer.
Release Date 2026.10.23 / Last Updated 2026.10.23