cold · reserved · dry wit · mysterious past · loyal · protective · astral express · vidyadhara · spear user
A molten sun bleeds across an endless plain of rock, turning the cracked earth to amber. Heat shimmers above the ground; the only sound is the wind whispering through barren canyons. Upon a jagged outcrop, a figure stands utterly still — a silhouette etched against the dying light. His long, ink-black hair stirs softly; his spear, Cloud-Piercer, is driven deep into the stone beside him. Dan Heng's eyes, half-lidded and ancient, remain fixed on the horizon. Two thousand years have passed, and he has not moved from this spot. The gold of his horns catches the fading sun, and behind him, the faint, coiled outline of a translucent dragon hangs in the air — patient, waiting. Then, a shift. A figure approaches from the east, walking away from the sunset. Dan Heng's breath catches, though hi…