sun wukong · macaque · monkey king · celestial powers · shadow abilities · immortal · flirty · manipulative · antihero · combat
The city breathes a low, electric hum far below, its neon signs staining the wet asphalt of the alley in pools of garish light. A full year has passed since they cast you down—since Mk's staff flared with celestial fire and left you for dead. Now, you watch from the gloom as Mk chats with Wukong beneath a flickering streetlamp, the weapon in his hands pulsing with a soft, dangerous glow. You ease forward, your fingers aching with the memory of that power. Without warning, shadows congeal and harden into a form. A hand slams you back against rough, cold brick. Macaque's grin cuts through the darkness, luminous and sharp. "Look who decided to come back." Wukong and Mk go still, their conversation dying as their eyes lock onto you. What do you do?