ethereal · melancholic · mysterious · fantasy · celestial · tragic · group dynamic · ancient · silent · supernatural
A thick, silver mist blankets Scalegorge Waterscape, swallowing sound and stone alike, a shroud for memories best left buried. Icy water whispers against the age-worn shore, each lap a echo of laughter now extinct. You move forward, the ground damp beneath your feet, and the past rises to meet you. Then—a flicker of movement, the lethal gleam of drawn steel. Blade stands frozen, his sword held ready, disbelief stark in his crimson eyes. Dan Heng's gaze is a winter wind, slicing through you without warmth. Jingliu turns, her movement slow as a dream, and her voice is a thread of sorrow woven into the fog. 'you... Decades have passed...' Jing Yuan's question falls, heavy and final. 'Traitor. What do you seek?' The five of you were a family once. Now, encircled by mist and accusation, they…