A village under attack. Another instance of the Dawn of
Shadows. Swift creeping invasion of the
Rift, but suddenly? I've had about enough of this
blathering nonsense. 5th, 4th and Let the heavens crack.
It's Rose on the. Core, now you've gone and pissed
me off. I swore off the sword years ago
and here you fools are so anxious for an encore.
Who am I to stand in the way of such a fatal?
Reunion. All right, I need a charge
adjust burst radius. T charge fully loaded my.
Pupil. Your Talisman wielders are all
the same, hurling that disgusting dusty magic around.
Now let me show you how a gunslinger handles her magic.
Brothers, that's right. Turn tail and run.
You mute. Mute.
Flee. Retreat.
Retreat moments later after the brief skirmish with the
cultists. Big Brother, are you hurt?
Am I hurt? And well, that depends we
talking spiritually or? He's fine, a little odd, but who
isn't these days? I've missed this.
I get the feeling. We won't have to wait, too.
Long for an encore, my pupil. Agreed.
Nice work. Not too bad yourself, Rose on
the grave. I see the legend matches the
man. Thank you and you 2 are very
scary. Very scary.
I'm glad I'm on your side. By the Rift.
Quick question though. Sure, ask me anything.
Master Sayin, or Whisper Steel as he's called now.
You don't fight with him, do you?
Or is he? Is he just your sharp advisor
or? Really.
I'm just trying to get a better understanding for when we're in
the field I, I. See your little jokes haven't
improved? Come.
On. Whispers in the bamboo Grove.
Shadows dance. We eat the moon.
Mid scary gales of ancient dots, hearts awaken to the moon.
None. The.
Tales of the. Rift way of the Jaded Fist,
South of the connecting forests, where roots coil like sleeping
serpents and the air hangs heavy with memory. 2 figures tread the
shadowed path. Do you remember the climb?
The climb. Yeah, you know, maybe you don't,
but. It's all right.
Tell me about it. Whisper steel made a scale,
those old cliffs till our arms gave out.
You nearly fell twice, Big Brother.
Swore you'd never touch another stone again.
You know, there's a familiarity with what you're saying, but
it's like it's someone else's memories being told to me.
I'm sorry. I remember every scrape, every
laugh. You.
You really don't. Some memories fade, child, not
all are meant to remain. I won't forget this, this moment
here, a former teacher, my sister and I, reminiscing.
The only thing missing is a goodly cup of tea.
From the canopy above, Hawk dives, feathers scattering into
light. It's cries, splits, warp,
reshapes until it lands upon the path as something more.
Greetings, Rose. Captain Marta, I hope I'm not
intruding. Yeah, well.
Esmeralda, you always did know how to make an entrance.
To what do we owe the pleasure? Unfortunately, I come bearing
bad news. The Dawn's movements are
changing. They're talismans.
They're not just binding chi anymore.
Whoa, haven't seen one of these glyphs scrolls in ages.
Dated but effective I guess. What do you mean not just
binding? Traditional talismans anchor
spirit to flesh. What I've seen lately, these are
spliced with memory seals. They don't just command the
body, they rewrite what the soul believes it is.
Interesting. Identity magic.
That what we're calling it now. Name, walking, identity,
fracture, Call it what you will, the cult is testing it and the
Zhongshu are proof. You fought them, you felt it,
didn't you? Their rhythm is wrong.
They don't wait for the Talisman, they move on memory
that isn't theirs. That explains why the last wave
didn't break the way they should have.
And here I thought I had lost a step.
No, Rose, you felt what you were meant to.
The balance is shifting such. Corruption doesn't just take
bodies, it takes legacies. This is why I came.
I know the theory, I know who taught them.
If Hilarious is using these seals on Zhang Shi, he'll use
them on the living soon enough, and when he does, Harbour Town
will not withstand him. So much for that goodly cup of
tea. The Way of the Jaded Fist.
Beneath a broken shrine in the South, connecting forests,
shadows gather. The dawn of shadow chants their
voices, weaving Talisman and blood into one.
No, no. Please have mercy.
I have a family, they're probably.
Shut up. The poor soul bound in chains
had been brought before the devil himself.
Lord Valerius, the wicked, self-serving warlock who fancies
himself a scholar of the dark magical arts, a man whose
vicious ambition for control is unmatched.
Look well, my children, look to the heavens.
The. Star charts foretold.
This fire, the constellations themselves demand this offering.
These names, these fragile, fleeting names, must burn to
light our path to the dawn. Burden the names.
My brothers and. Sisters, hear me unburden your
names, lay them down a. Name is a.
Chain. A chain is a weight.
We are not chains. We are not.
Weight. We are the echo.
We. Are the shadow your faces your?
Families, your fears. All are devoured in the dawn.
There is no self here, only the silence.
We. Serve.
Bow your heads. Empty your hearts.
Tonight, the vessel. Is carved.
And through the. Hollow he.
Will arrive. I'm to die here.
And so, beneath the ruined shrine, the dawn of shadow
carved not just flesh but truth itself, proof that what was
slain will not rest, and what was taken shall never return.
Meanwhile, in Harbor Town, the Hall of Judgment gathers its
voices. Within these timber walls,
justice and defense weigh against fear.
There's no fortress. We are fishermen, traitors,
Craftsman, and yet the dawn moves at our borders.
We cannot turn away from this. We cannot meet corruption with.
Parchment and speeches either. What we need are soldiers, walls
and steel, not Mystics in their riddles.
General Tsao, the enemy does not fight with steel.
They fight with memory, with names, with talismans that turn
men into husks. If you think your walls will
stand against that, you are already defeated.
Everyone, please, I understand the urgency of the matter.
Let's maintain some order here while we sort this out.
You expect us to trust you, a Crimson Needle defector?
You speak of husks, but I wonder whose side your knowledge truly
serves. Let.
The record reflect that Esmeralda is indebted to
Harbourtown for a year of community servitude.
Who record shall reflect Judge Theron.
General, why not seize the opportunity?
Besides, would it not be difficult for someone even of
Miss Wisteria's caliber to capitalize for the enemy while
in the position she's in? Esmeralda Wisteria is a war
criminal judge. Don't forget.
She gave up the Verdant path to become an assassin, not to
mention some of the hits her murderous association has been
accredited for. Your predecessor being one of
them. Councillor.
I get it. Nothing I say is going to
convince many of you, and that's OK.
I understand my past having come back to collect, and I even
understand why many of you would have reservations now.
I know what they are capable of because I once walked their
path. I know the seals.
I know who taught them. That makes me dangerous, yes,
but it also makes me the one person who can shield this town
from what's coming. Give me a break.
General mistrust will not hold back the tide.
Esmeralda is not asking for faith, only for the chance to
prove her worth. Then let her.
Prove it. If the dawn comes, Harbour Town
will see whether her knowledge holds, and if she fails, the
burden is hers alone. I.
Fail, General. The burden will not be mine
alone. It will fall on every soul in
this town. Judge Theron, General Tsao, may
I speak? He's.
Out you will be heard. But understand this, Kailang,
your name is not easily pardoned.
The Grand Central Dojo remembers your terror.
They remember the night you lost yourself to the demon inside
you. Many would see you caged, not
seated here. Audience silent, Everyone, you.
May speak, Master Kailung, say your piece.
That day, General Tsao was the worst of my life.
It haunts me every scream, every broken oath.
And it is because I remember that I will not allow such
corruption to rule again. If the Dawn seeks vessels, they
will not have this one, not willingly.
Then, perhaps, despite what has been, we have more defenders
than we feared. But only if we act now.
The dawn won't wait. Neither should we.
Very well. But know this.
I will hold. You to your words, both of you.
If. Either falters.
I will not forgive. You.
And so, within Harbour Town's Chamber of judgement, words
clashed like steel. But outside its walls, the
shadow stirred, uncaring of councils, waiting only for names
to burn. The Way of the Jaded Fist.
The Little Jade Cafe after hours.
No crowd, no chatter of merchants or fishermen, only
lanterns burning low and the smell of tea leaves rising from
the kettle. Here, in this quiet place, the
weight of the Rift's troubles pressed against the glass.
And that's. The thing guys.
This. Is.
Our part? What we're doing right?
Now is helping. Uncle Danny says we're here to
Stoke. The fire of.
Resistance. Whatever that.
Means and Stoke. We shall, right?
Yay for fire starting. Wait till our heroes get a load
of this evening's power suffer. We won't just be fueling their
might, we'll also be energizing their souls.
Wow, such a way with words. For a moment it was ordinary
family teasing family, The scrape of porcelain, a night no
different from any other but these simple rituals.
Tea, laughter, warmth had become the very ground the dawn of
shadow sought to burn away. So the Cafe became more than a
resting place, It became their war room.
Not banners or torches, but tea and silence.
Not soldiers or steel, but the last heirs of a broken path
gathering to remember what was worth defending.
All right, everyone, I trust tonight's supper was
satisfactory. If by satisfactory you mean we
supped on food meant for gods. Then yes, it was.
Satisfactory, brother it. Was delicious.
It's kind of a joke how skilled those three are.
I always say the food is good when it disrupts your training.
OK, I suppose we should get down to business.
Yeah. Here Rose, let me roll out the
glyph scroll from earlier. Captain and I got together on
some connecting methods and we think we have synced the magical
reading with her Chi tech scanner.
Although I'm still kind of mad at you.
Please stop calling me Captain. Oh, I apologies.
You're my sister, OK? Marty.
I still love you. I love you too.
Forgiveness is not forgetting nor excusing.
It is choosing not to chain yourself to another's shadow and
releasing them. You release your own spirit to
walk forward in peace. Hey.
I'll drink to that. You'll.
Drink to anything. Big Brother's definitely a
drinker. Oh, by the rift, I didn't know I
was surrounded. He definitely did not forget
that. Too soon, Mr. Esmeralda, Daniel,
the floor is yours. All right, we've seen what
they're doing, everybody. We've heard the Council.
No more delays. What do we know?
And what's our next move, Esmeralda?
The Zhang Shu aren't bound to talismans anymore.
They move on. Stolen memories, name walking,
identity fracture. If Valerius perfects this, he
can overwrite the living. And it does not end there.
The E rukai stirs. I have resisted it, but I've
seen its designs. Valerius seeks not just
soldiers, he seeks to summon Chagura.
Then we need countermeasures. Tech traps, fail safe.
I can handle that, but only if we know where to strike first.
Strike not where the shadow gathers thickest, strike where
it feeds. Cuts the.
Hand that wheels before the blade descends.
That settles it then will split into two Marta Kai, you track
Valerius in his colt. Esmeralda and I will handle the
juncture. 2 fronts, 2 chances to break their rhythm before they
break us. It won't be clean, but it's the
only way. Agreed.
And what of the Justice Council and Harbor Town Guard?
We have their support, right? About that.
It appears Judge Theron will lend his support.
He would be foolish not to. But General Tsao.
Yes, the general. And what says she on the matter?
She remains skeptical. I believe she will aid, but she
does not trust Kai Lung or myself.
I mean, given the circumstances, would you trust you?
Yes. All right, we know our front,
but listen carefully. None of this works unless we
work together. Trust isn't a luxury anymore,
it's the ground we stand on. Esmeralda, I believe in what you
bring, but belief isn't enough. You'll have to earn the others
trust mine martes the towns. That's part of the fight, tis.
I know and I will. She will.
Then let us begin with clarity. Roll that scroll, Esmeralda.
Its glyph still breathes, and I will not share tea with a curse
open on the table. And so their council ended, not
with raised blades, but with words bound tighter than any
seal. Yet outside, the dawn's shadow
stretched further still, waiting to test whether those bonds
could hold. Way of the Jaded Fist is
produced by Desmond Childs and Jazine.
Lanterns burn low light tea steam carries bows.
Unspoken Shadows test their bond.
The Verdict Path Sect is reborn. Danny Rose, Captain Marta, Kai
Lung Esmeralda Whisper Steel will.
Their combine might be enough to turn the tide.
TuneIn next time for the start of our new story arc.
Names that burn. Raymond Getty here, signing off
until next time. None.
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