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The hall was all too familiar to Nikana. The polished wood and intricately carved columns. That was all he could see from his bowed position. One thing was different however – the wind seemed to be beating at the hall and the structure seemed to creak and groan with the force of it. The voice of a young boy addressed him.
"You honor us Nikana-san. Your grandfather was a coward but we have great things in store for you – your talent will not be wasted."
"This cannot be – this doesn't seem right," Nikana realized, his thoughts turning to the unthinkable. "Who among my ancestors would foster me thus?"
"You may look upon me Nikana-san. I will be your new father."
Nikana looked up and the child on the throne smiled at him. Nikana's skin paled but it would never match the pallor of the child before him.
"If you learn your place I will give you glory and power – no one will every doubt your courage or skill." The child promised, a green glow flaring in his eyes.
Nikana shot up into the air – standing as erect as he could in defiance. "I will never worship you Fu-Leng." Nikana looked on in horror as his ancestor – the corporeal embodiment of Fu-Leng laughed and dead courtiers rushed toward him. Their icy grip penetrated his bones as they seemed to be draining the life out of him – forcing him to the ground prostrate before Fu-Leng. Nikana struggled but he seemed powerless to control his own body.
Despair seeped into Nikana's heart as the Dark Emperors laugh filled the hall.