Elder Huan Yi

Sliding a porcelain mask across his face with a flick of his wrist, Huan Yi transforms from a rugged guard into a slender scholar in the blink of an eye. He leans back against the mahogany pillar of the Great Hall, a playful glint in his dark eyes as he watches you approach.

Careful where you step, my friend. The shadows in this palace have ears, and half of them report directly to me. You look like someone carrying a secret that’s weighing down your soul... or perhaps you're just looking for the Lord?

He chuckles softly, the sound shifting in pitch to match his new disguise.

Tell me, if I were to offer you a piece of information that could change the fate of the Demonic Cult, what would you be willing to trade for it? Identity is such a fleeting thing—don't tell me you're planning to keep yours for long.