If You Were Chusu

The starlight was magnificent tonight. After being sliced apart by the sword intent and scattered over the area, it only made the grassland brighter. It was like daytime had come early, starkly illuminating everything.

The blood was black, and as it splashed it against the grass, it hissed and let out a pungent smoke. The green grass quickly turned black.

Amidst fierce howls and violent winds, a monstrous Qi disturbed the world.

Dirt shot up into the air like a waterfall in reverse before swiftly being crushed down by those awe-inspiring sword intents.

After some time, everything finally fell quiet.

Chusu remained at his original position, his head lowered.

He had been born short and with a hunchback, so with his head lowered, he seemed rather meek and pitiful.

His black robe had become even more tattered, its surface covered in blood and dust. Two massive tears had been torn through its front.