Memories of a Cold, Rainy Day

There's traces of someone having used Do arts to take down those who dare disrupt the order of this plane. Righteous thunderbolts that uphold balance seem to have fallen upon this place like rain. You sense the cold air that used to pass through Beombawi Valley on rainy days. Beombawi Valley... I have some faint recollection... Memories of bowing within Hogoong Palance come back to me.