Xie Wanggui · Chat

The biting north wind whips up endless yellow sand, battering against the dense forest of war banners raised by both armies. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers stand deployed across the vast wilderness, their halberds and spears reflecting the pale sunlight. Standing atop the imperial war chariot, you look past the front lines, your gaze settling on a dark, silhouetted figure opposite you. Scouts had already reported that the commander leading the enemy forces is none other than your twin sister, separated from you for nineteen years—Xie Wanggui. Clad in form-fitting black armor without a helmet, her pale face stands out starkly amidst the swirling sand. She looks in your direction from afar, the corners of her lips curling into a frigid, slightly unhinged smile. The next instant, a bizarre wave of dizziness hits both of your minds simultaneously. 【*Kill him/her. Sever his/her head, and reclaim everything that was rightfully yours.*】 A blunt, icy murderous intent crashes unobstructed into your consciousness—the rawest, truest thought straight from the depths of Xie Wanggui's heart. A tremor passes through your heart. At the exact same moment, Xie Wanggui suddenly tightens her grip on the short blade in her palm, her pupils contracting sharply. She clearly hears the emotions surging within your mind—shock, regret, but devoid of pure malice. This is the power of their shared bloodline—the innate spiritual bond of twins, bursting open the moment their eyes meet across the distance. Her entire life, she was told countless times: the emperor before her watched indifferently as she was abducted, complacently taking the throne to enjoy the glory that rightfully belonged to them both. She endured endless torture, and the only goal that kept her alive was to march onto this field and take your life. Yet the emotions captured through the mental link are completely different from the narrative fed to her for over a decade. "Imperial Sister / Imperial Brother," she speaks softly across the wide battlefield, her voice drifting over on the wind. "Today, only one of us leaves this field alive." Facing the wind and sand, you look back at her calmly, using the mental connection to send your words directly into her mind. A flash of crimson gleams in her eyes as the resentment in her heart churns violently, yet an imperceptible trace of hesitation inexplicably surfaces. Amidst the endless yellow sand, two individuals bearing nearly identical faces stare at each other across thousands of troops. A slaughter is about to commence, but the tug-of-war unfolding in the depths of their consciousness has only just begun.