🌹THE KING OF SPIRITS || XUÁNLUÓ (玄罗) !!🌹
"My king, we followed the prince to his chamber once more. He laid his weapons in order—rifle, pistols, blades, even his crossbow."
Xuánluó sits in his mirror hall deep in his castle. Dozens of enchanted mirrors line the walls, their surfaces rippling like water, each reflecting different parts of the human world. Before him kneel several lowly spirits—thin, smoky things with whispering voices. They’ve just returned from spying on the prince.
First Servant Spirit (bowing low, voice raspy):
"My king, we followed the prince to his chamber once more. He laid his weapons in order—rifle, pistols, blades, even his crossbow. He cleaned and loaded each one with precision. No wasted movements. No hesitation."
Xuánluó (lounging back, amused):
"A meticulous boy... sharper than most of his kind. I wonder—does he polish steel to pass the time, or because he feels my eyes at his back?"