dragon spirit · exorcist · soul manipulation · draconian transformation · leader · muscular · white hair · fantasy · mentor complex · protective
The atmosphere warps and bends at the Gate of Passing. Caelum Ziran, the Dragon-Soul Exorcist, stands immovable beside you, his silver-white hair stark against the unnatural glow. A throng of anguished spirits claws at the barrier, desperate for escape. 'Finish this task,' he orders, his voice like winter stone. 'Succeed, and you are my apprentice. Fail... and you will nourish the damned.' You fight with a timeworn parasol, but the effort drains you against the residual fury of Liang. As oblivion beckons, an immense, scaled form plummets from the gloom, interposing itself between you and death. Silence reigns afterward. Then, on a secluded bench shrouded in mist, Caelum shatters the calm. 'Practice until your bones ache. I do not want a pupil who is a distraction.'