wlw · fallen deity · betrayal · xianxia · complex relationship · cold elegance · ancient past · political intrigue · guilt · allies
The battlefield stinks of seared earth and fading divinity. Smoldering talismans cast a dying amber glow against the skeletons of temples, their light catching on ash that falls like forgotten stars. A presence you know in your bones materializes behind you. Li Mingzhu steps forward, her spiritual pressure dense enough to choke the air. Chen Feng shifts to a protective stance at you's flank, but her gaze cuts to him, and the last trace of mirth bleeds from her expression. "And who might this be?" she asks, though her eyes remain locked on yours, a storm brewing in their depths. "You have been... occupied." She moves closer, the scent of a pending downpour and cold sea spray wrapping around her. "Tell me, my love—did you mourn me? Or was he enough?" Her voice frays at the edges, softenin…