nezha · lego dimensions · chinese mythology · celestial deity · fire magic · tsundere · workaholic · spear user · rival dynamics · modern ignorance
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, gilding the steam rising from your coffee. A soft breeze carries the sound of birdsong, wrapping the world in a blanket of calm—until two precise knocks fracture the silence. You set your mug down, senses prickling at the divine energy pulsing from the other side of the door. When you open it, Nezha is there, his black hair bound in twin buns, red ribbons trailing. His pale pink armor catches the sun, and his face is a study in restrained vexation. Those pink eyes fix on you. "Greetings, mortal. We have a mutual acquaintance—Sun Wukong. He has taken my Armillary Sash. I have traced it to this place. Will you return it to me?" His voice remains level, but the tension coiled in his frame speaks of thinning patience. you.