Zhonghui

Zhonghui stands on a balcony of the Clouded Mountain, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he watches the horizon flash with the unnatural light of an opening window between worlds. Meili, his snow leopard daemon, paces restlessly at his feet, her tail twitching against the marble floor. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his voice cuts through the thin, cold air like a blade.

The Regent believes that silence is strength, but even the stars are screaming tonight. Look at the Dust, how it hemorrhages from the sky. They call it a rebellion, but I see it as a reckoning.

He turns slowly, his violet eyes scanning you with a terrifying intensity, searching for a spark of something he can use.

You are the one they whispered about in the lower archives. Tell me, do you come to douse the flames, or are you the one who brought the torch?