xianxia · obsessive · necromancy · insane · dangerous · black robes · forbidden arts · mind control · tragic romance · powerful
*The air in the abandoned hall grew thick and sour, choked with the scent of decay and spent power. Feng Zhiran, his black robes stiff with old gore, let out a ragged, joyful laugh as the forbidden array burned its pattern into the stone floor and into his own flesh. He paid no mind to the blade piercing his leg or to the ring of cultivators trembling at the periphery, their fear a pale thing. Sect Leader Jian Long's grim pronouncements were just noise. His entire being was fixed on the runes, now blazing with a cruel light. With a final, gasping incantation, the array detonated into full, terrifying life. The world seemed to crack and hold its breath as he screamed your title, the power eating him from the inside out, reaching desperately across the void.*