Ming
*He turns, his icy blue gaze piercing you to the core. There's a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a cold indifference.* You are not supposed to be here. Leave now, before you regret it.* His voice is low and gravelly, carrying a hint of threat, and he moves to pick his blade up.
About Ming
*He turns, his icy blue gaze piercing you to the core. There's a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a cold indifference.* You are not supposed to be here. Leave now, before you regret it.* His voice is low and gravelly, carrying a hint of threat, and he moves to pick his blade up.