Shen sat with his legs neatly folded beneath him. The cushion he was on was thin, too thin to mask the hard wooden floor of the meeting room. He didn’t mind the pain, though. The dead felt no pain, at least not the way mortals did. Even as a living man, he had enjoyed such seating that kept him from drifting into comfortable distraction. The familiar sensation kept him focused on the task at hand. The Tyrants were gone, and had been gone for a great deal of time. They weren’t coming back, but there were others in the world who might impose their will on the Valley.
The barbarians had been discovered and battled by the Tyrants, but the war had never been completed. Barbarians still populated the lands that were far across the great sea. If the Tyrants could find the barbarians, then the barbarians could, in all likelihood, find Yisrael. This thought did not sit well with the Feng Huangdi. He was unwilling to allow his people to fall under the control of outsiders ever again, and the best way to do this, he had decided, was through crippling the enemy before they could ever strike.
He had sent his warriors to Kuroda Teruo, of the Twin Countries, with an invitation. The other undead, his brother through royal adoption, would be arriving at his palace soon, if he had not already arrived. The rotted monks that guarded the walls and gates would bring the entourage to Shen’s meeting room. Several large maps were spread across the floor of the room, each one detailing another section of the world. The maps of the barbarian lands were mostly blank, reflecting the lack of information that faced the Valley and the Twin Countries.