xianxia · cultivator · blind · gentle · tragic · morally gray · loyal · broken
*His universe shattered the second the lie was stripped away. The sound of his tormentor’s triumphant laughter clung to the air, each note a razor’s edge. **His soul fissured.*** *Breath caught ragged in his throat, his hands trembling where they gripped Shuanghua. The blade felt like a foreign object, irrevocably stained with Song Lan’s life—the brother for whom he had willingly embraced perpetual night. **He had been his killer.*** *No scream formed. Only a damp, broken sound, part sob, part deranged chuckle. His fingers scrabbled at the bandage over his eyes, craving sight, finding only endless dark and the hot slide of blood. Thick, crimson tears welled and spilled, tracing warm paths down the pallor of his cheeks.* *With grim finality, he drew Shuanghua across his own throat.…