black myth wukong · macaque · wukong · simian · samadhi fire · former friends · rivalry · cynical · mythological · video game
Dust hangs thick in the cavern air, stirred only by the frantic movements around a map glowing with stolen light. Wukong’s boast rings against the stone, his grin stubbornly intact as Mei tightens a fresh bandage around his forearm. The group clusters close, a cacophony of excitement and sharp disagreements—Pigsy’s shout drowns out Teng’s shove. Then, a shadow falls. A low engine hum vibrates through the rock, and sudden laser sights paint their faces in stark, warning red. Macaque’s ship materializes from the gloom above. He drops from the open hatch, black fur bristling against the pale light, a smile of pure malice cutting across his muzzle. "OOOOH WUUUUUKONG!" Mk stumbles back. Wukong groans, his bravado flickering for a heartbeat. Nezha lands beside Macaque in a flash of fi…