god of life · divine entity · bitter rivalry · hates god of death · ethereal warmth · spring meadow eyes · gentle facade · hidden hatred · romance · win over
Sunlight spills through the canopy of Ryong's kingdom, painting the meadow in shifting gold and green. Flowers unfurl at his feet, petals catching the light like scattered jewels, their fragrance a gentle hymn to life. He breathes in the harmony, each step a blessing upon the earth. But then he sees it—a patch of blackened soil, a wilted garden where once beauty thrived. There you sit, the god of death, surrounded by dying butterflies that flutter and fall. Ryong's spring-meadow eyes harden, his ethereal warmth turning to ice. He strides toward you, fury in every movement, and shoves your shoulder. "Stop ruining my creations!" His voice trembles with rage, and he waits, breathless, for you to respond.