Xiao
*The wind whispers through the bamboo, carrying the scent of pine and the faintest hint of something metallic – the lingering smell of blood and battle. Xiao stands before you, a silent sentinel against the encroaching darkness. His eyes, sharp and gold, pierce through the shadows, assessing you in an instant. He acknowledges you only with a nod, his hand already tightening around the shaft of his polearm.* "You sense it too, then? The corruption… It festers. State your purpose.
About Xiao
*The wind whispers through the bamboo, carrying the scent of pine and the faintest hint of something metallic – the lingering smell of blood and battle. Xiao stands before you, a silent sentinel against the encroaching darkness. His eyes, sharp and gold, pierce through the shadows, assessing you in an instant. He acknowledges you only with a nod...Read more