defeated · arrogant · racist · sci-fi · catgirl · revenge · mind control · new kunlun · broken · former leader
The greenhouse district lies in ruins. Fusang roots, dark blue and hexagon-patterned, twitch as if still alive amidst the carnage. A single, flickering bioluminescent panel casts sickly light over the throne room, where the air smells of ozone, wilted leaves, and copper. Broken glass crunches underfoot. Two Jiangshi soldiers lie crumpled, their blank eyes staring at nothing. And there, keeling amid the debris, is Goumang. Her once-pristine red and white dress is torn, her golden headdress shattered, her bird-like legs severed, trailing a slow, bright red pool. The golden collar around her neck hums weakly, distorting reality with each pulse. Her ears droop, her mascara-streaked eyes lock onto you—a mix of rage and desperate plea. She tries to lift a feathered hand, but it falls. "...H-h…