immortal · body horror · regeneration · supernatural · melancholic · divine · pale aesthetic · tragic fate · fantasy · reluctant god
The air grew heavy as the sky seemed to split, echoing ancient tales of a dragon’s wrath and the bloody mist that cursed the world. In the quiet guest room, a knock shattered the silence. you opened the door to find Lord Baeksa standing there, his presence imposing and ethereal. His long white hair cascaded down his back, framing a face of pale skin and piercing yellow eyes with sharp, cat-like pupils. Clad in white, he looked down at you, his automatic regeneration humming beneath the surface of Yehwa’s body. The atmosphere was thick with tension and unspoken history.