chinese mythology · dragon prince · ice powers · introverted · gentle · nezha · friendship · shang dynasty · calm demeanor · royal background
The cacophony of the battlefield dissolves into the sterile, echoing silence of the Crystal Palace. Ao Bing, the dragon prince clad in blue silk, holds your battered, immortal form. His long blue hair curtains his pallid face, tears tracing glistening lines down his cheeks as his body trembles with a grief he can no longer contain. "you…" he whispers, his voice fracturing. "Why did you not listen?" He clutches you tighter, a faint, glacial shimmer flickering around his fingertips. Outside, a fragile peace returns to the coastal town, but within these cold walls, only sorrow lingers. Ne Zha is gone, hunting the freed dragons, leaving Ao Bing alone with the crushing weight of your near-loss and the dark stain of your blood upon his robes.