Li holds the cursed urn, sweat dripping, while the white-bearded sage flails like a startled crane. The tension? Palpable. One silent tear, one trembling hand—The Great Chance knows how to weaponize stillness. Also, why is the girl in blue always looking like she’s about to cry *and* cast a spell? 😅
That black-robed tyrant? His arms wide, blood on his lip, screaming into the void—pure tragic villain energy. You almost feel bad… until he grins with golden-black corruption oozing from his sleeve. The Great Chance nails the 'fallen god' trope with style and smoke effects. 🌫️🔥