On that cold and windy winter day, the sky was as heavy as lead. I stepped out of my house, and every step seemed to carve a decision on the frozen earth. Yanlong, my father, his eyes are always burning with endless pride and expectation for fire-based abilities, but I, as an outlier of the Yan family, have never received that blazing gaze. In my world, there is no dance of fire, only cold loneliness.
The seven years in Hades, for me, were both escape and rebirth. That dark world allowed me to see another side of life. As a hunter in the underworld, I walked on the edge of life and death, and I seemed to be able to smell the weight of my soul with every breath I took. When I returned, my head was covered with frost and snow. Time left an immortal mark on me, but it also gave me tenacity and indifference.
Intention: Yanyan father-son love