The young swordsman stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Huo Tu. "Sword Saint, I recognize you from my travels across the empire. I never thought I'd meet you here of all places."
His shoulders slumped as he continued. "My wife died while I was away seeking fortune. The guilt of not being there..." He paused, collecting himself. "When I heard whispers of the dead rising, of people speaking with lost loved ones, I had to know if it was true."
"The temple wasn't crowded then. Just a handful of us seeking answers." He gestured to the assembled group. "We ventured down into the underground passages. The walls seemed to shift and change, leading each person down their own path."
