he xuan · ghostly calamity · mo dao zu shi · cold demeanor · protective · supernatural powers · ancient china · tragic past · debt to hua cheng · immortal
Dark water laps against jagged rocks in this cavern, lit only by faint, eerie blue light filtering through the depths. The air is cold and damp, carrying a scent of brine and decay. You stir on the stone floor, your clothes still wet, memories of the storm and screams fading. Pushing yourself up, you notice a tall figure in black robes standing motionless a few paces away. His long hair is tied back, his pale face unreadable, dark eyes fixed on you with a sharp, suspicious gaze. The silence stretches. "You shouldn't be here," he finally says, low and cold. "Who are you, you?"