Note: Here's another haiku poem for you guys. The focus of this chapter is on Zuo Ci, a powerful mystic from the era of the Three Kingdoms. Warriors Orochi is not owned by me. It belongs to Koei.
A Guiding Hand
High atop a cliff,
Covered in ash and magma,
Stood an old hermit.
He had seen it all,
As the land's pristine beauty,
Reduced to ruin.
All lands far and wide,
Nobles and peasants alike,
Lived in fear of death.
The snake may have won,
But the fight for salvation,
Was not over yet.
The hermit jumped down,
As he flew through the dark skies,
Like a tall white crane.
He soared high and low,
Guiding righteous warriors,
To their destiny.
Note: I hope I didn't make too many mistakes with this haiku. To be honest, it was a bit difficult for me to place myself in Zuo Ci's perspective due to his enigmatic personality. However, I did understand why he chose to let the heroes fight Orochi all on their own since they could actually do so if they actually worked together.