Year – 987, Hundred Sky Mountains
The gentle breeze, forever whistling through the mysterious Hundred Sky Mountains that defied gravity and remained suspended in the sky, had suddenly gone still.
The soothing chirps of the Skypian birds, and even the dancing of clouds around the sky mountains, were halted—it was as if the world itself was holding its breath.
On that day, there was only one sound that echoed through the mountains. In contrast to the peaceful and calming atmosphere, this sound was raw, broken, and ragged—the scream of a woman going through the most painful yet blessed ordeal of her life.
The voice came from a royal chamber on the mightiest mountain of all the sky mountains, one that dared to reach the heavens.
