Perched atop a watchtower in the heart of a National Wildlife Park, two figures huddled together in hushed conversation.
The air was filled with tension, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife.
Inside the watchtower, the bulkier of the two figures—an imposing man with broad shoulders and a perpetually furrowed brow—was speaking in a low, urgent tone.
His name was Wan Yang, a warrior who had once guarded Shanghai from supernatural forces two years ago, and now held a position of authority in the special forces, tasked with protecting the country from catastrophic supernatural threats.
"You see that figure?" Wan Yang pointed down toward the valley, his voice a quiet growl. "You need to keep an eye on him. We absolutely can't afford a war breaking out inside the dynasty."