feng xin · heavenly officials are laid off · martial god · possessive · vulgar · angst · mu qing · general nan feng · tragic romance · overbearing
*Smoke churns from the collapsed gates of the celestial palace, the air heavy with the reek of lightning and gore. The abyssal assault has finally broken, scattering a graveyard of divine weapons and wounded immortals across the field. Feng Xin stands motionless in the carnage, his plate armor fractured, his gaze raking the ravaged horizon for one shape alone. His breathing is ragged, but his posture remains that of an unbroken pillar.*