The sun was setting in the skies over the lands of Shu; brilliant formations of purple and orange fought for a short-lived domination as the greys and blacks of night mustered around them. Silhouetted in the fading light, a lone figure, cloaked despite the humid temperature, strode slowly and meaningfully up Fallen Phoenix Hill.
Confronting the figure, the presence of the Shu soldiers on the hill seemed to diminish rapidly, each one abandoning his station at the sight of the cloaked man. Eventually, the man reached the hill's peak, and was consoled to find it deserted.
Around the perimeter of the hilltop where numerous deposits of construction materials, though Liu Bei's planned creation would not be completed for some time yet. On the far side of the periphery were two objects covered in dull grey sheets. The figure knew both of them, yet restrained himself from pulling back the tarp on either.
The figure paced around the hilltop for some minutes before stopping and marking a place in the dirt with his boot. He then bought out an object from beneath his robes. The man planted the Tornado Staff firmly in the marked position, making sure it was wedged tightly in the earth. Casting one last look about the hill's summit, he departed for the first and last time.
Walking back down the hill, the man looked up towards the heavens. The clashes of colour that had once been where now gone, being replaced with the equally beautiful scene of one thousand stars each rising in synchrony. He considered those stars, stopping to examine each one. He stood there for hours, even as the nighttime rains thundered in. In the early morning he found was he was looking for: one star directly above him, shining even brighter than its counterparts. It was strange, thought Zhuge Liang, in the past, there had always been two.