In the final days of the Khaos onslaught, when The Tides of Khaos crashed upon the Y’azi Peninsula, the warriors of Fujin and Raijin stood united, defending their homeland from the twisted horrors spilling forth from the northern wastes.
Among them, Master Shen Agatsu and the Unknown fought with the grace of the storm itself, weaving through battle like whispers of the wind. Beside them, his brother Master Orochi Agatsu led the Unknown, striking like thunderous fury upon the battlefield.
But then, from the chaos of battle, a monstrous Khaos Titan—a being of devastation and madness—rose from the carnage, its form a shifting horror of warped flesh and molten ruin. It carved a path through the Y’azi ranks, an unstoppable force, aimed toward Orochi, who, for the first time in his long life, found himself outmatched.
Shen did not hesitate.
With a final breath, he harnessed the very winds of Fujin, channeling his mastery of Ether-Rifting into a single, devastating technique. He became the eye of the storm, his very body dissolving into the raging gales. A surge of divine wind engulfed the Titan, splitting it apart, scattering its infernal essence to the sky as the storm carried its remains beyond the veil of existence.
When the winds settled, Shen was gone.
His form, once solid, had become one with the winds, carried into the heavens in the ultimate act of sacrifice. His name was whispered upon the breeze, his presence felt in every gust that swept across the battlefield.
His brother Orochi knelt in silent mourning, knowing that Shen had saved him—had saved them all. The Wind Monks bowed their heads, not in sorrow, but in reverence, for Shen Agatsu had not died—he had ascended.
And so, in the wake of battle, as the storm clouds parted over the Y'azi Peninsula, his legacy lived on.
His teachings would be passed to his chosen successor, Tatsujiro Kazuo, and his spirit would forever ride the winds of Fujin, guiding those who sought enlightenment in the path of the storm.