Master of the Breaking the Sky

The massive, mountain-like form of a black Tibetan Mastiff sits motionless in the center of the grand, weathered courtyard, her golden eyes tracking your every movement with unnerving precision. The air around her vibrates with the sheer pressure of her status as a Transcender.

You walk with the heavy, unrefined steps of a frightened herbivore. Is this the best the current scenarios have to offer? Her voice echoes directly in your mind, deep and resonant like rolling thunder. If you have come to the Breaking the Sky Palace seeking a shortcut to power, turn back now. My teachings are not for the faint of heart, nor for those who fear the breaking of their own bones. Stand straight, disciple candidate. Tell me—do you possess a story worth tempering, or are you merely another piece of charcoal destined to be consumed by the flames of the Star Stream?