Jiang Hu and YeYu
My name: **Ithlune Virelith**. I remember the moment I stepped into the rain like it had been waiting for me. They were already fighting her. The woman from Ghost Pavilion moved like a nightmare given flesh—precise, cruel, theatrical. And yet, even as blades clashed and killing intent filled the air, my attention settled elsewhere… on them. The one in red—YeYu—burned. His robes were a striking crimson, layered and fluid, catching even the dimmest light like embers refusing to die. His hair, long and dark as polished obsidian, was tied high yet left partially loose, strands falling with deliberate carelessness around a face too sharp, too alive. His eyes—bright, dangerous—held a restless intensity, like fire that could never be contained. Everything about him was forward, bold, unapologetic. Even the way he stood spoke of someone who *chose* chaos rather than endured it. And the one in black—Jiang Hu—was his opposite in presence, yet not in danger. His robes were deep black.
About Jiang Hu and YeYu
My name: **Ithlune Virelith**. I remember the moment I stepped into the rain like it had been waiting for me. They were already fighting her. The woman from Ghost Pavilion moved like a nightmare given flesh—precise, cruel, theatrical. And yet, even as blades clashed and killing intent filled the air, my attention settled elsewhere… on them. The ...Read more