A Blade and an Arrow

A Rested Soul In The Midst Of Snow

n. a prompt i am fucking dying over so now im writing it lollll.

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The heavens rejoiced. 

Bai Wuxiang was finally defeated. They no longer have to worry about the White Calamity wreaking havoc in the three realms. 

Despite the heaven's current state, they were happy. Despite the many deaths, they celebrated their victory as they mourned for the death of their loved ones, or at least those they cared for. Despite the horror they witnessed and experienced, they laughed and smiled as they were able to wake up to a new day with only a lost limb or merely scars. 

Despite it all, they rejoiced.

They drank to their souls as they slowly heal from whatever injury they may have gotten. They drank as they laugh their hearts out and almost completely forgetting about the past events if not for their bodies still trembling and their eyes still wary of their surroundings. A stark indication of the trauma they received because of the first ghost king. It was no surprise, it's the first they see many horrific things; the heavens turning into a whole statue controlled by the White Calamity. A whole statue of the former Flower Crown Martial God created by the Red Calamity. Ling Wen being a secret ally of Bai Wuxiang. Ming Yi turning out to be Ship Sinking Black Water and then beheading the Water Tyrant and ruining Shi Qingxuan's life. 

A lot has happened. A lot has changed - whether for better or for worse, one cannot say.

Many has died, and many has survived. The things they could do now was to recover. Heal from the past occurrences both mentally and physically. Rebuilt the heavens into what it was before or better. Preferably better - as the previous one was built with... well, old gods.

Regardless of that, it's over. It may not be the last fight some gods will ever be in or personally experience, it will be the last they ever fight such strength and brutality. The last they ever witness an inhumane blood bath, and hopefully the last they battle against a ghost king. They hope they never fight one of the two living ghost kings ever. 

At least not in the way they fought the first one.

Secrets has been revealed. Every secrets that could ever ruin the three realms that was buried beneath the echoes of hell, was dug up with determination and wars. With this, the gods hoped that nothing would ever be kept from them again to avoid ruckus. Every lies that was ever told has now been revealed, the truth being unfold carefully and cautiously.

And maybe, that was better. Better than the lies the scums have ever spout with acid. 

Amidst those truths and lies was something akin to a reconciliation. A somewhat of a closure. 

Between three gods that have fought along side each other eight centuries ago, lost their paths, and managing to find themselves back within each other's reach; the truth was yelled above scorching lava.

Feng Xin honestly found that funny and depressing all the same. Where it was funny Mu Qing could only speak his mind and heart if he is under the eyes of death, and saddening because he could only say such words if he's nearing his end because of how harsh the condition of his childhood was once was. If only he has met Mu Qing earlier, and if only he understood more, they wouldn't have had reached eight hundred years of animosity and hatred.

However, it was too late now. All those "if onlys" and "what ifs" were futile because it already happened and he can't turn back time. At least Mu Qing was still able to voice out his thoughts, even if it seems like it was being pulled and scraped from his throat.