Prologue

A quiet tomb called the House of Pekara became disrupted as two figures entered it. They slowly walked through the labyrinth below. The halls were lit with torches hanging on the walls.

The figures moved in a slow pace silently. After a few minutes, they reached towards what looked like a well.

One of the two figures stepped towards it and then bended down to his knees. With his blue eyes, he stared at the altar-like structure. "So, you say that this sword is in there?"

The other man nodded. "Yes, Kenshi. You will find the sword in that well."

Kenshi looked up at the Chinese man. This man was only known as Song. They met back in Japan after Kenshi fought in a gruesome sword battle. Song told him about this sword called the Katana located in the depths of the sacred Labyrinth of Catacombs in China. At first, Kenshi was not sure about it. He didn't know who this Song guy was and why he's giving him this offer.

Kenshi's goal in life was to simply be the best swordsman in the world. What made him decide to seek the katana was simply that goal. Song mentioned about a price and Kenshi hoped that it's a good price.

This sword may show more of my status, he thought. So, days after their first meeting, Kenshi met up with Song to seek the sword.

Kenshi stared at the well again. "The covering looks pretty heavy."

"I would help," said Song. "But my strength is not what it used to be."

Kenshi nodded. He knew that he could do it. It would take a lot of effort for one person to pry the heavy stone off the well, but Kenshi was willing to do so in order to seek the sword.

Kenshi put his hands to the side of the stone and began to push it off. As he does, he could picture himself winning every sword duel with this new weapon.

After a few minutes, Kenshi finally managed to pry the stone off. As it crashed to the ground, Kenshi peered into the depths. Suddenly, a green blast hit his face causing him to jump back.

It would be the last thing Kenshi would ever see.

The green blast is actually a large group of souls. Song's eyes turned green and the souls get sucked in through his eyes. After the last soul entered his body, Song transformed into another human being. Instead of an old, , short, bald man, he was a tall, youthful man with long black hair and a goatee.

Kenshi opened his eyes…but could only see darkness.

Why can't I see, he thought in panic.

The man laughed. "I thank you for the souls of the Warrior Kings, Kenshi."

Kenshi gasped in horror. He realized whom he's dealing with.

"Shang Tsung. You are the man who steals souls."

Shang laughed. "I guess you do know me after all. I needed a descendent of the Warrior Kings to open the well and I thank you for that. Like I explained in Japan, there was a price in finding the katana and this was it. I can also see that your iris' are no longer visible."

"What?!" Kenshi cried touching his eyes. They were open, but he was unable to see with them. Oh God, I'm blind!

Shang laughed and took out his straight sword. "I won't be needing you anymore, fool." With one simple stroke, he sliced Kenshi's stomach open just enough to make him bleed enough to kill him slowly. Blood began to pour out after the impact. Shang laughed once more before leaving Kenshi behind to die.

Kenshi tried to get up, but the intense pain in his stomach wouldn't allow it. As he lied back down, he could feel the coppery taste of his own blood in his mouth.

I'm blind and I'm injured, he thought. Even if I tried, I would never get out of here. Kenshi sighed. He began to wait…wait for death to consume him.

Just a few inches away from his hand was the katana. When the souls emerged out of the labyrinth, the sword popped out with it.

The sword began to glow in a red color. Kenshi could hear the humming noise coming out of it. He slowly reached for it and managed to grab the handle. The pain in his stomach suddenly disappeared.

What the... Kenshi thought. He then started to sense where the exit was. Kenshi became consumed with determination to find it. He got up, sword in hand, and started making his way out.

Ten minutes later, Kenshi could feel the heat of the morning sun blast on to his face. Kenshi realized that he made it out of the House of Pekara.

Now to find a hospital, he thought.

As he searched for medical attention, many thoughts played in his head.

I've betrayed my ancestors. Anger began to fill his heart. I'll get them back and slay Shang for what he did!

Then he sighed. But I'm blind now. How could I help?

He felt the sword in his hands. For some reason, the sword led him out of the depths easily as if he could see. Thinking about his goal and his captured ancestors, Kenshi decided not to let his blindness get in the way, even though he'll be living in darkness…forever.

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