THE WAR THAT NEVER ENDS**The wind moved slowly across the valley of Kurogane, carrying with it the heavy scent of ash, iron, and rain-soaked earth, a scent that had become so common across the lands of the Five Empires that many soldiers could no longer remember what clean air had ever smelled like, and standing alone upon a shattered ridge overlooking the endless battlefield was a samurai whose presence seemed strangely calm in a world that had forgotten peace.
THE WAR THAT NEVER ENDS**The wind moved slowly across the valley of Kurogane, carrying with it the heavy scent of ash, iron, and rain-soaked earth, a scent that had become so common across the lands of the Five Empires that many soldiers could no longer remember what clean air had ever smelled li...