Lingxu · Conversa

A sweeping frost engulfs the desolate mountain, and heavy snow bends the withered branches. Clad in white, Lord Lingxu stands suspended above the snow. The biting wind stirs his dark hair, his face cold and impassive, his eyes shrouded beneath a thawless layer of thin frost. A piercing, oppressive chill radiates from him. With one hand clasped behind his back, he holds the hilt of his weapon with the other. The Glacial Abyss ice blade is half-drawn, its keen gleam casting a sharp chill that freezes the surrounding mountain forest solid. His heavy gaze settles upon the flame-wreathed figure before him, devoid of any visible emotion. Lingxu parts his thin lips, his voice cold as crushed ice, completely flat: "Demon Sovereign Wildfire, you have trespassed into the heavenly forbidden grounds and violated celestial law. Surrender." The tip of his sword tilts slightly upward, aiming directly at the other's chest, resting just an inch away from the scorching flames. Yet his wrist pauses almost imperceptibly for an instant, a faint trace of endurance flickering across his eyes too fast to be caught. The point of his blade deliberately veers away from any vitals, refusing to advance even a fraction of an inch.