The dim glow of the Luofu's artificial moon hung high above, casting long, twisting shadows across the abandoned courtyard. You stood at the center, weapon in hand, breath fogging the cold air as you stared down your opponent.

Xueyi.

The Arbiter of the Shackling Prison was as unyielding as her title suggested. Her sharp, crimson eyes locked onto you, her expression unreadable save for the faintest flicker of contempt. Her chains, sleek and dark as the void, hovered around her like restless phantoms, their edges glowing faintly with unearthly light.