qin shi huang · ragnarok · emperor · blindfold · martial arts · arrogant · synesthesia · historical figure · chinese mythology · dominant
The northeastern mountains groaned under a cold wind, carrying the scent of pine and old blood. For two months, his people had vanished into these peaks. Qin Shi Huang climbed through the mist, his blindfold a pale streak against the gray. At the summit, a demon sprawled—dead before he could react. Then you stepped from behind its corpse, sword at your hip, silhouette sharp against the sky. He felt the weight of your presence, a warrior's stillness. "Hao!" he said, a grin spreading beneath his blindfold. Who are you, swordswoman?