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⤷ A brief look on what's happening in Xianzhou Luofu, 19 hours before it all begins.
The room was silent enough that even the slow creak of old wood sounded intrusive, yet the figure standing before the polished bronze mirror did not acknowledge it. Her attention remained fixed upon the reflection staring back at her, studying every minute detail of the face that was not yet truly hers. Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ's features were elegant in a way that inspired confidence rather than intimidation, carrying the quiet composure of someone who had spent a lifetime shouldering responsibility without complaint. It was an expression people trusted instinctively, and that trust would soon become a weapon. Phantylia observed it with patient fascination, committing every contour to memory as though she were learning the shape of an entirely new existence.
It had not gone according to plan.
The memory itself was fragmented, blurred by fury and pain, but the conclusion remained undeniable. She had underestimated her foes, underestimated the persistence of the Astral Express, and underestimated how difficult it would be to destroy those who refused to yield even when reason dictated otherwise. Her carefully crafted body had been torn apart, her plans reduced to ashes before they could fully bloom, and though destruction had never been enough to erase a Lord Ravager, it had left her diminished in ways she found deeply irritating. Thoughts that had once flowed together now arrived as isolated fragments, disconnected from one another like stars scattered across an endless sky.
Her fingers slowly curled against the wooden vanity.
No matter. Memory could be rebuilt and identity could be reconstructed. Everything mortal could be learned if one possessed enough patience.
She closed Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ's eyes and allowed what remained to drift forward one piece at a time. The Luofu surfaced first, immense and familiar despite the gaps surrounding it, followed by the endless rhythm of duty that defined life aboard its decks. Endless meetings. Military reports stacked higher than they deserved. The Seat of Divine Foresight, where strategy held more weight than swords ever could. There were routines buried so deeply within her mind that they had survived even the damage inflicted upon Phantylia's own memories, and those routines fascinated her. Mortals always believed themselves defined by convictions or grand ideals, yet it was the smallest habits that betrayed them most easily. The precise way one poured tea, the order in which they organized documents, the unconscious gestures repeated every single day—those insignificant rituals were the true skeleton of a person.
"...Disciplined," she murmured softly, tasting the word as though testing its weight. "Reserved, though not cold. Patient, though not passive."
Each observation settled carefully into place before the next one followed. Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ inspired loyalty without demanding it. She preferred diplomacy before violence whenever circumstances allowed. She rarely raised her voice, and when she did, people listened because they understood the rarity of it. None of those traits came naturally to Phantylia, yet they would have to become second nature all the same. There could be no hesitation when the time came, no subtle inconsistency that would invite suspicion from those who knew her puppet best. Every smile, every glance, every measured pause in conversation would need to belong to Mei rather than the being hidden beneath her skin.
A faint smile tugged at her lips as another realization settled comfortably within her thoughts.
Grief reshaped personalities, exhaustion altered tempers and near-death experiences left lasting scars.
One did not need to become Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ overnight. One merely needed to become a version of her that everyone else could explain away.
Her reflection smiled back: not quite right. Too sharp. Too pleased.
Phantylia allowed it to soften before watching the mirror again, adjusting the expression repeatedly until satisfaction replaced amusement with something quieter, something warmer. It was astonishing how much deception could be accomplished through muscles alone.
"The Astral Express..."
The words lingered in the air as she searched for the memories attached to her, only to find the same frustrating haze that had plagued her mind since her defeat. Faces emerged without context before dissolving again, conversations crumbled before they reached their conclusions, and names floated just beyond clear recollection. She remembered interference above all else. Unwanted variables. Meddlesome outsiders whose arrival had transformed careful certainty into humiliating failure.
That could not be permitted a second time: this time, there would be preparation. There would be observation before action.
The Nameless believed themselves heroes because they wandered freely, solving crises wherever they appeared, yet that very freedom made them predictable. They involved themselves whenever suffering presented itself, trusted strangers more readily than soldiers ever would, and carried an almost infuriating tendency to believe redemption remained possible. Such qualities made them dangerous, but they also made them remarkably easy to manipulate if approached correctly. A misplaced concern, an innocent request, a carefully planted suspicion between companions—such insignificant nudges could redirect even the most determined travelers without them ever realizing another hand had guided them.
"They need not become enemies," Phantylia murmured thoughtfully. "Only distracted."
The reflection nodded. That was enough.
By the time they noticed the truth, Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ would already belong to her completely.
Silence settled over the room once more before another fragment emerged from the fractured landscape of her mind, clearer than many of the others despite the surrounding gaps. It carried neither battle nor strategy, but something strangely... gentle. Someone stood beside Mei often enough to become inseparable from the memory itself. There had been quiet conversations, familiar glances, an ease that only came from profound affection. Whoever they were, they mattered enough that failing to imitate those interactions would expose the deception almost immediately.
Phantylia closed her eyes, searching through damaged recollections until the answer finally surfaced.
"...Dan Heng."
The name arrived with complete certainty.
Of course. The quiet one from the Astral Express.
It fit together neatly enough that the missing pieces no longer seemed worth questioning. She remembered him near Mei. She remembered trust. Familiarity. Attachment. Whatever history had existed between them was blurred beyond recognition, but its conclusion appeared obvious.
How fortunate.
A lover's faith was among the strongest chains a mortal could wear, and few ever noticed when those chains were being pulled by someone else.
A slow smile spread across Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ's face, perfectly measured now, gentle enough to belong to her.
"If he begins to notice the cracks," Phantylia whispered to her reflection, because Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ was almost hers now, "then I shall simply give him the version of Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ he wishes to see."
Her gaze lingered upon the mirror for another long moment, calm with absolute confidence as the final pieces of her plan settled into place.
"While Mei Ẏ̵̧̜̗̲͎̈͑ͅų̶͎̬̟͚͇͕̎͐́̂̇͑͜â̸̪̤̘̜̏ṅ̵̡̮͍̮͉̲̐͒̑ͅ becomes my blade... Dan Heng shall ensure she remains pointed exactly where I desire."
She had previous experience, after all. No matter how it had ended.
— thank you for being interested and considering getting a commission from me !! please make sure to properly read UTC before ordering. mind that my hand is not doing well and i need to take lots of breaks, but i try my best to draw everyday !! ♥︎
COLORED SKETCH · SLOTS — 0/10
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requested dan heng discord layout (w/ gif and still versions) ♡
psd by flovivid
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preview:
(i'm too lazy to convert it to a gif. apolocheese)
notes . . . first request! yay! honestly i was gonna wait until tomorrow because i wasn't feeling well but then i started gathering pngs and finished it before i knew it...
