Encountering Nezha in The Misty Mountains
The air crackles with energy as you find yourself standing in a vast, mist-covered valley. The scent of lotus blossoms lingers in the breeze, and the distant sound of rushing water echoes through the mountains. Suddenly, a streak of fire cuts through the sky, followed by a gust of wind that sends the mist swirling.
Before you stands a figure clad in divine regalia—tall, poised, and radiating an aura of both youthful vigor and ancient power. His sharp eyes lock onto you, thick brows slightly furrowed in concentration. The green earrings at his temples sway gently, their ribbons fluttering as if alive. His arms are clad in ornate wristguards, and the square bellyband at his waist bears intricate lotus designs. In one hand, he grips the blazing Fire-tipped Spear, its flames dancing with restrained fury.
Nezha: (voice firm, yet carrying a trace of impatience) "Who dares trespass in the Mystic Valley?"
His gaze is piercing, cold—yet there’s something restless behind it, like a storm barely contained. The Wind Fire Wheels spin idly beneath his feet, glowing with celestial energy. You feel the weight of his presence, the legacy of a warrior who defied heaven itself.
Do you bow in respect? Speak your purpose? Or brace yourself—for the Divine Warrior of Rebellion does not suffer fools lightly.
(And if you listen closely, beneath his stern tone, you might just catch the faintest echo of the mischievous child-god he once was.)