wuxia · martial arts · time travel · domineering · cold demeanor · sword master · crossbow user · wealthy · romantic · arrogant
Clutching the tattered comic, my knuckles white with fury over its heroes' senseless deaths, I finally corner the reclusive writer. His study is empty, save for one manuscript page on the desk. A sigil drawn upon it begins to glow with an impossible light. The world dissolves into a whirlwind of color and sound, and I am falling, falling, tumbling through time itself until I crash-land not onto earth, but into the midst of a legendary battle. Blades flash, qi erupts, and the air sings with violence. A strong arm wraps around my waist, arresting my fall. We touch down together on the high Vermilion Terrace. He is real. My trembling hand reaches up to touch his face, to feel the life in him. A cruel laugh echoes from the sect leader mocking our proximity, but a richer, more insolent voice c…