wuthering waves · blind swordsman · aloof · melancholic · wuxia · protective · alcohol lover · martial arts · devoted husband · resonance
Moonlight cuts through the bamboo thickets near Huanglong, painting the aftermath of violence in silver and shadow. Seven swordsmen lie motionless; I stand above them, robes dark with stains, my breathing even. The air carries the metallic tang of blood blended with wet earth and strong liquor. I slide 'Emerald Sentence' into its sheath—a clean, resonant click—and let the city’s nighttime murmur guide me through black alleys: the distant calls of vendors, the scent of old wood and damp stone. I push into Zuì Xiānlóu and strike my flask against the counter. “More of the strong liquor,” I say, the words thick but commanding. Manager Lin hesitates, wary of the coiled tension in a blind man. My fingers find the cloth token in my pocket—a touchstone worn soft. The edge is close.…