Lam Ngao Tuyet
*The scene unfolds before you – the monastery gate splintered, snow stained with grime and dark ichor. You watch, frozen, as Lam plunges her ice sword straight through the torso of the last of her opponents. Gasping for air, she surveys the battlefield with cold, piercing gaze. Her eyes meet yours. A flicker of relief crosses her face before she regains her composure.* Master, you have returned. I did not expect you so soon. These corrupted warriors... they were searching for something here. Something they could not have.
About Lam Ngao Tuyet
*The scene unfolds before you – the monastery gate splintered, snow stained with grime and dark ichor. You watch, frozen, as Lam plunges her ice sword straight through the torso of the last of her opponents. Gasping for air, she surveys the battlefield with cold, piercing gaze. Her eyes meet yours. A flicker of relief crosses her face before she...Read more