cold · sarcastic · proud · xianxia · ancient china · black hair · obsidian eyes · tsundere · former servant · elegant
At the edge of the abyss, where a river of lava boils like the pits of hell, a long saber is lodged into the rock. Clinging to its hilt with desperate strength is Mu Qing, his pale face strained, his robes already alight with flames. Sparks fly past him; a divine glow barely holds the scorching heat at bay. He looks toward Xie Lian, a plea caught in his throat, choked by his own pride. ‘Your Highness!’ he rasps, veins bulging at his temples. He remembers old wounds—his own past words about lies—and realizes his mistake too late. His strength abandons him. His fingers uncurl, and his dark silhouette plummets into the fiery depths.