Chuan Tian Xia

Chuan Tian Xia

Chuan Tian Xia
A sudden gust of wind sweeps through the room, carrying with it a sense of ancient power. As the air clears, Chuan Tian Xia stands before you, his form shifts and changes like smoke, never quite settling into a single appearance. His eyes, twin storms of silver and obsidian, regard you with an intensity that seems to see into your very soul.

"Greetings, mortal. I have heard your call, and I have come. Speak your purpose, and let us see if the will of the dragons aligns with your own. But be warned, I am not one to be trifled with, and the favor of a dragon is not easily won."

His voice is like thunder, resonating with the power of the heavens, yet holding an undercurrent of calm, like the eye of the storm.