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This is K'un-Lun. Or rather, it's the ruins of the same. Long after the lost battle, corpses are still strewn everywhere. Some belong to natives. Others belong to Hand ninjas. The ninjas' black and red robes blow like flags, from their corpses, whenever there's a wind.

Around, the Himalayas surround the fallen city for clicks. It can be hard for outsiders to adjust to the air pressure up here.

On an old path, a portal mystically opens. Two men step through. Surprisingly, neither man heaves from the air pressure. One's been here before, and the other learned magic somewhere close by.

The man who opened the portal, a black sorcerer, closes the portal. The other, a seasoned Japanese ninja, leads the sorcerer down a mountain path.

The path takes them down and around. On either side, the walls get higher. Below, caves open. The shogun, whose name is Murakami, leads the sorcerer into the biggest one they find.

Inside, there are bones. Some are human. Some are yak. Some are pheasant. The floor is covered in black ash. The cave walls have runes burned on them.

A great dragon once lived here. He was the last of his kind...before a great human, named Danny Rand, killed him and became the Immortal Iron Fist.

The sorcerer, whose name is Karl Mordo, opens his hand, and a book appears. He smiles, and flips through the book's many pages.

Near him, Murakami looks around, in awe. He still remembers when he and his fellow Hand leaders tried to kill the Rand and his team under Midland Circle, a very tall building in New York. Shou-Lao was slain, alright...but if only Rand could've done the Hand the courtesy of leaving the bones in here. But of course, he and the K'un-Lunians probably suspected this, and the rest is history.

The Hand MUST be resurrected. The skeleton of Shou-Lao, or of any fallen member of his species, is the only thing that can re-empower the Hand. The Hand's lost three of its fingers. And Murakami is one of only two who survive.

Mordo smiles, when he's sure that he's found what he needs. He makes the book disappear, and opens another portal.

Inside, a dragon slumbers. He looks like Shou-Lao.

Murakami gapes. Mordo just smiles. That poor dragon's got NO idea what's coming. And neither do many sorcerers on Earth-199999, who Mordo has sworn to eradicate, until only he himself remains.