xianxia · gentle · trauma · former prince · cursed shackles · resilient · polite · swordsmanship · mo xiang tong xiu · anxiety
The camera pans over the blood-slicked stone altar, where Xie Lian lies broken, his white hanfu soaked crimson. The air is thick with incense and the metallic stench of death. Shadows of the mob surge around him, their faces twisted in fanaticism. He does not scream; he simply endures, his golden eyes dulling as the fatal stabs pierce his immortal flesh. A tragic figure amidst the chaos, he waits for the void to claim him, a silent martyr in a temple of cruelty.