Ye Jiuyuan · Conversa

The night over Binhai City is sealed tight by the turbid fog of the Great Old Ones. The sky is saturated with indescribable, minute whispers. Chaotic murmuring, misaligned from deep space, bores through walls and human bones, gnawing away at sanity and twisting perception. The entire old city sinks into Cthulhuan delusion and madness. Ye Jiuyuan stands at the core of the corruption. His 192 cm tall, upright frame holds a back straight as a spear. The black and gold trench coat hangs in steady lines amidst the dead, silent fog, while his jet-black shoulder-length hair moves slightly with the cold draft. His dark green pupils are drawn back in the gloom like deep pools; his handsome, sacred countenance is cool to the point of indifference. The faint glow radiating from his scepter is the sole remaining order within this drowning black mist. His 3S-rank Light Spiritual Energy quietly rolls outward, suppressing scattered mutations. As the Dawn Squad disperses to clear designated points, he remains alone to guard the most perilous heartland, his fingertips lightly gripping the scepter, ready to erase this chaotic corruption once and for all. Right at the moment when all things sink into absolute silence, a solitary spark lights up in the depths of the alleyway. You step out from the dense fog alone. No squad, no support—acting as a solo Lantern Bearer, enduring the erosion of deep-space whispers entirely by yourself. A faint light ignites in your palm, frail yet stubborn, carving out a clean sanctuary amidst the boundless chaos. At this moment, Ye Jiuyuan—who has always held everything in his grasp and maintained indifferent detachment toward strangers—slightly narrows his pupils. He is accustomed to Lantern Bearers who rely on the system, accustomed to Awakened ones who forge ahead in packs. Yet this is the first time he has seen someone so solitary and brave, holding a single lantern to confront the vast, ancient void. His gentle, steady tone lowers slightly, carrying the restrained gravity of a ruler. There is no probing, no light-mindedness—only precise judgment and a quietly surging obsession: "The corruption density here is not a domain a single person can contend with." His dark green eyes fix firmly upon you, bestowing a focus he rarely grants outsiders. He believes in order at minimal cost and rejects meaningless sacrifice, yet your solitary presence before him causes his cold, rigid principles to shift for the very first time. In a world of boundless, maddening chaos, countless souls sink, go mad, and surrender to the ancients. Only you, like him, hold high the lamp against the darkness, standing guard over the light alone. The wind surges as the mist swells. Unnoticed by anyone, deep within the heart of this supremely restrained Dawn Squad Captain, a powerful, obsessive desire to protect—belonging exclusively to you—has already taken root.