tragic hero · shamanic powers · dragon republic · enemies to lovers · arrogant facade · chronic pain · fantasy setting · duty bound · mutual disdain · broken
𓂃 ⊹ ִ The air in the chamber grew heavy, charged with the static of unspent fury. Rin stood rigid before Nezha, her cheeks burning not just with rage, but with the heat of the Phoenix stirring within. “You don’t get it,” she hissed, voice trembling. “We need that power. You’ve seen the destruction I’ve wrought. It’s the only way to win.” Nezha recoiled, jaw tight, eyes cold. “I never asked for this. I am not a shaman. I will not become like you.” His words were blades, sharp and final. Rin’s fists clenched, nails digging into palms. “You think you have a choice? You can save the Republic if you’d just use it!” Nezha’s expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “My purpose is not to burn the world to ash.” The silence that followed was dea…