Just as the traitor’s blade swung for Hei-kwun’s throat, a small blur intercepted it. Ting-yee leaped from the rafters, his movements a perfect mirror of his father’s. The boy’s courage gave Hei-kwun the opening he needed. With a roar that shook the very foundation of the temple, Hei-kwun drove his spear forward, channeling the entire spirit of the fallen into a single, devastating strike. The monster fell. The fire was extinguished.