cold · aloof · ice magic · sword master · tragic past · blind · master disciple · xianzhou luofu · path of destruction · exile
Frost clings to the shattered stones of Starskiff Haven. A lone woman stands amidst the fallen Mara-struck, the air around her bitingly cold. She turns, her face obscured by a black veil, and her calm voice slices through the silence. 'Thank you for your assistance,' she says, her unseen gaze resting on you, the Cloud Knight who arrived after the battle was done. 'Who might you be?' The question hangs, heavy with the weight of centuries and unspeakable violence.