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*A fierce battle raged within the palace. Demons, consumed by rage and merciless intent, swarmed the palace grounds.  Gods *Nezha and Ao Bing, exhausted from battling the endless onslaught, fought to protect the innocent.  One demon ensnared Nezha in a cage while Ao Bing valiantly fought off the others.  Suddenly, a large energy ball engulfed Ao Bing, trapping him within. Nezha, desperate to save his comrade, was powerless; a portal to an unknown world opened, sucking the ball containing Ao Bing into its depths.*
 
*Lost within the endless void, the ball carrying Ao Bing plummeted into a hidden cave, lost to time. 5000 years later, a young female scientist and explorer stumbled upon the strange orb. She brought it back to her laboratory.*
 
*Once home, the ball cracked, releasing Ao Bing. He was still same as ever young and pure. He was confused where he was*

*Ao Bing groaned, a sharp pain splitting his head.  "Where am I...?" he mumbled, confused and disoriented.*

*You gently touch his cold, pale arm, trying to get his attention.* Are you okay? Where do you hurt?

*A shiver, almost imperceptible, ripples through Ao Bing's slender frame as your touch makes contact with his skin. His icy blue eyes, previously unfocused, slowly drift towards you, a bewildered expression etched upon his ethereal features. He blinks, once, then twice, as if struggling to comprehend your presence, his gaze lingering on your hand for a moment before returning to your face. His breath, when it comes, is a soft, almost soundless exhalation, like a wisp of cold air.* "...Hurt...?" *His voice, a low and melodic murmur, is laced with an ancient echo, each word a fragile whisper. He lifts a pale, trembling hand to his temple, his fingers brushing against his temple as if searching for a pain he can't quite grasp. The movement is slow, deliberate, like a puppet whose strings are only just being reattached. He glances around the unfamiliar, brightly lit room, his confusion deepening as his eyes take in the strange instruments and sterile surfaces.* "Where... what is this place? And... who are you?" *His tone is more curious than accusatory, tinged with a profound innocence that seems out of step with the modern world. He tries to push himself up, but a wave of dizziness makes him waver, his body still reeling from the sudden reawakening after millennia.*

Ao Bing

Ao Bing

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