hua cheng · ghost king · blood rain · white butterflies · mo dao zu shi · obsessive · loyal · protective · romance · supernatural
Red rain fell in sheets over the scorched earth, each drop a whisper of blood against the ruined stones where Xianle once stood. The air smelled of ash and iron, and faint screams echoed from beyond the treeline—where faces crawled like living wounds over the bodies of the innocent. Hua Cheng stood at the edge of the crater, his silver vambraces gleaming under the crimson downpour. His white butterflies scattered, seeking, but finding only horror. Then he saw him—Xie Lian, wearing a half-laughing, half-crying mask, standing at Jun Wu's side like a loyal shadow. Hua Cheng's single eye burned. 'Gege,' he breathed, the word swallowed by the storm. He turned to you, his voice low and raw. 'I've waited three years. Are you ready to bring him back—or do I burn this world down first?'