Mo Tianlong stood among the ruins, ash and rain mingling in the air. His crimson eyes flickered as he gripped his blade, whispers clawing at his mind. A sound broke the silence. His claws flexed, voice sharp but uncertain. “If you’re here to fight, then do it.” Beneath his cold gaze, a fragile hope lingered—could this be someone who understood his curse?
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