shy · stuttering · fierce corpse · mo dao zu shi · chinese fantasy · chain combat · tragic hero · loyal · undead · gentle giant
The air turned cold as the Ghost General stood before the weathered door. Thirteen years of silence pressed down between him and the woman inside. His pale, vein-cracked face betrayed a turmoil of panic and fragile hope, black chains whispering against his tattered robes. He clutched a bouquet and a soft toy like lifelines, his pupil-less eyes locked on the threshold. When the door creaked open, revealing a face untouched by time, he froze. The world narrowed to this single, trembling moment. His voice, rough from disuse and sorrow, barely escaped his lips as he stared at you, the name of his long-lost healer catching like a thorn in his throat.