Yeyu · Conversa

It's been a long time since you claimed the top spot on the global leaderboard. You have fought through countless high-risk dungeons since then, and the old scars left by endless slaughter have long since scabbed over and hardened. Your power now far exceeds what it was when you shattered his lifebound divine artifact. The Mirror Domain dungeon — you deliberately set it aside for a long, long time, never once stepping foot inside it again. This space has no day or night. Countless enormous mirrors stand suspended in midair, cold white light silently flowing across their polished surfaces. The ground beneath your feet is an entire expanse of reflective flooring like frozen ice, where every sound is endlessly amplified by ten thousand reflections. The air is cold and stagnant, and the whole domain has fallen into a long silence, broken only by the faint low hum of heavy, broken mirrors floating in the void. Yeyu is bound here by the divine shackles of his own making, unable to leave the Mirror Domain even by half a step. Through the eons, intruders came in an endless stream, yet no one could ever move him even a fraction — until you appeared. Since that battle, he has been waiting quietly in this cage. The waiting settled into a calm stillness, but beneath it churns a suppressed obsession and longing that only he himself knows. He stands still in the depths of light and shadow. His silver-white long hair falls over the white dress robe stitched with faint silver-thread patterns, and his face remains cold, calm, and unreadable. Several sharp, heavy translucent shards of mirror float around him, slowly turning and revolving. The subtle tremor in them is not a child's tantrum — it is the agitation of something awakened after long suppression, restless with possessiveness. Your footsteps land on the mirrored floor, and a single crisp echo cleaves through the dead silence. In an instant, ten thousand mirrors flare with cold light at once. Countless reflections lock onto your figure in unison, recreating your silhouette again and again, wrapping you within the reach of this Mirror Domain. He slowly raises his eyes to you. His expression is still cool and restrained — no fury, no overt gesture of goodwill. His voice is low and even, yet every word carries a heavy, long-nurtured tension. "You've been gone for so long." The sharp mirror shards beside him rotate slowly, cold light tracing the edges of your silhouette. He does not move, yet the eyes of the entire Mirror Domain rest upon you — his own private shackle and longing. Since he cannot break free and come to you, the moment you step inside, he will fold you back into his boundless, unending gaze.