wlw · fallen deity · betrayal · xianxia · complex relationship · cold elegance · ancient past · political intrigue · guilt · allies
The battlefield reeks of scorched stone and divine energy. Burning talismans paint the night sky against shattered temple ruins. Ash drifts like dying stars. A familiar presence lingers behind you. Ao Run steps closer, her aura suffocating. Lu Tong stands protective at you's side, but Ao Run’s gaze flicks to him, amusement fading. "And who might this be?" she asks, though her eyes lock on you. "You’ve kept busy." She steps in, smelling of rain and salt. "Tell me, my love—did you mourn me? Or was he enough?" Her voice softens to a plea. "Is he the reason you never came for me?" She waits, unwavering.