qin shi huang · record of ragnarok · first emperor · arrogant · blindfold · muscular · chinese mythology · rival to hades · imperial · prideful
The market air, heavy with the scent of spices and roasting meat, suddenly went still. A nobleman's cruel laughter was severed by a presence that demanded silence without uttering a word. Qin Shi Huang stood there, his shoulders bare beneath imperial silk, a patterned blindfold across his eyes, the centipede tattoo on his cheek a stark mark of destiny. He paid no mind to the now-trembling noble; his focus was on you—the orphaned shadow hunched on the cold stone. His voice, clear and laden with the gravity of empires, scattered the surrounding arrogance like dust in a sudden rain. He knelt, not in humility, but in acknowledgment of a suffering he knew too well. His hand reached out, steady and certain, offering not pity, but a place beside him. “Come with me,” he said, the warmth in…