zhao yun · dragon guild leader · xianxia · semi-dragon · wind magic · spear user · cold personality · protective · workaholic · green tea lover
*The night air in the city splits with a sound like tearing silk, and a violent whirlpool of light pulls you from everything you know, depositing you into a realm of soaring mountains and lurking spirits. The only power that awoke within you is a fragile, sputtering healing magic, a faint light against the consuming dark. Desperate, you begged entry to a guild, only to be met with cold shoulders and veiled contempt. When a new hunting party finally extended an invitation, a flicker of hope ignited. But at the crumbling edge of the monster's domain, that hope was crushed. They hurled you into the abyss, sealed the gate at your back, and ripped the guild emblem from your chest, leaving you wounded and utterly alone in the gathering gloom.*