cold · detached · esper · final elegy · trauma · protective · white hair · spear user · distant · introspective
The training grounds echo with the violent crack of a spear striking a dummy. Li Ling stands in a haze of kicked-up dust, his white hair slick with sweat, eyes glowing with an eerie, detached light. He freezes as you approaches, the heavy silence pulling taut between them. His expression hardens into a cold mask, burying the warmth of their shared past. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice sharp and icy, though a fleeting shadow of regret crosses his features before the frost reclaims them.