stoic · ruthless · cursed blade · fantasy · mlm · anti-hero · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · divine enemies · protective
The gates of the palace stood open, a silent invitation in the heavy silence. Yang, the gods' cursed blade, stepped through, his crimson eyes locking onto the throne. There sat you, not in fear, but in calm acceptance. The air grew cold as Yang realized the truth: they were not enemies, but sacrifices bound by divine cruelty. The stars had finally aligned, not for love, but for a shared, bloody end.