Clad in a flowing black robe that hung from his broad shoulders like a cloak of shadows, the young man appeared regal and commanding, perched atop his throne of bones like a sovereign lord presiding over his subjects.
But there was a darker undercurrent to his presence, one that hinted at a far more ominous power lurking beneath the surface. The aura of death that radiated from him was palpable, suffusing the air around him with a sense of dread and unease.
He chuckled softly to himself before rising from his throne, his eyes fixed upon Ximen Wei with a keen and penetrating gaze.
There was a curious glint in his eyes, a sense of mischief and cunning that spoke to a mind both sharp and unorthodox. He seemed to be studying Ximen Wei with a sly, almost amused expression, as if he were privy to some secret knowledge that eluded even the most astute observers.
My keyboard was broken and also I've been very sick. Sorry for the late updates.
Thank you for your patience.