Just after midnight, Kang spotted a single glowing torch approaching the gates from his post atop the wall.
“Behold and hear me, for I am Kang the Magnificent, Guardian of the Gate of the Clan of the Sacred Yet Inscrutable Tiger Claw. I have vanquished scores of evildoers in my day and all are well advised to stay on the good side of my humble nature. Bask in my glory and recognize that I will not be swayed in my duty to protect the walls that keep my illustrious clan safe.”
The torch stopped moving.
“Identify yourself immediately!”
“Errgh,” was the reply.
“You will identify yourself or you will be turned away!” Kang shouted.
A few moments passed before the torch holder finally gave in. “Bohai.”
Kang squinted into the darkness, but the torch was all he could see. “Bohai? Is that you?”
“Yes,” Bohai replied.
“It doesn’t sound like you,” Kang said.
“It’s me,” Bohai said.
“No,” Kang said. “The Bohai I know would have mocked my speech by now.”
“Oh, right,” Bohai said. “You are an idiot.”
“That’s more like it,” Kang said as he yanked a lever. Gears turned and cranks cranked as the gate opened. Kang climbed down a ladder to meet the new arrival.
“I am glad you have come to your senses and returned,” Kang said. “There is too much turmoil in the world for members of our own clan to be fighting one another.”
“Indeed,” Bohai said.
It was difficult for Kang to see in the dark, but as he stepped closer, he noticed that Bohai was wearing a blood red robe. A hood covered Bohai’s face.
Kang embraced Bohai. “Welcome home, brother.”
“Errgh,” Bohai replied.
“Now then,” Kang said. “I must return to my post.”
“One more thing before you go,” Bohai said.
“Yes?” Kang asked.
Bohai threw back his hood to reveal his blank eyes. He turned his right hand into a tiger claw, smashed it through the gatekeeper’s skull, and twisted out his brain.
“Mmm,” Bohai said as he chomped the awful treat. “Yes.”
Once the brain was devoured, Bohai licked the blood from his fingers, stepped over Kang’s body and marched toward the temple.
A minute later, hundreds of burning torches approached the gate. Before long, the Clan of the Terrifyingly Unnatural Brain Bite was through the gate. Dragonhand led the way.
The fiend laughed maniacally. “Yes! Destroy everything!”
Dragonhand held out his arms and engulfed his hands in fire. “Burn it all to the ground!”
The zombified warriors spread out and set their torches against every structure they found, lighting them ablaze. Their leader shot a fireball out of his hand that pierced the the temple.
“Bring me the Staff of Ages!” Dragonhand barked at his warriors.