It jumped off the ledge of the stone, stretching.
The golden eyes were unnatural, the iris not conforming with human biology. Below the eyes and down the cheeks went reddish marks that had an appearance sowhere between bloody tear trails and bleeding slits. The black hair that frad the delicate face was completely unmoving - stiff like stone, despite its soft appearance.
The ears that peeked out of the stiff hair were adorned with golden ornants, sparkling in the sunlight.
The soft features were as if soone had tried to draw Xie Yi on re description - sohow like him but not quite, with a completely wrong temperant.
The child blinked calmly, folding his hands behind his body.
Xie Yi shuddered as his eyes went over the slender body.
The clothes the child wore were more an allusion of the cultivator’s robes than actual ones, the long sleeves tightly wound around his thin arms and patched together from red and white. His torso area was completely open, revealing the ghastly sight.
The slightly twisted ribcage ford an actual prison, bones black instead of white. Sothing akin to glass was filling in the free space between each rib, closing the cage.
In the middle, the beating heart struggled against the stakes keeping it in place, hamred through it.
As if sothing was trying to rip out of its insides, it struggled and bled, distorting around the restraints but unable to move away. The blackish blood dripping down the stakes dissolved when it hit the bottom of the cage.
It didn’t look a lot like a human heart anymore. It was patched together from different parts, so vaguely reminding Xie Yi of demonic or spiritual beast hearts. So parts were human, but not the sa as other human patches.
The child, maybe a teenager, didn’t care about the struggling heart and simply watched Xie Yi with his unnatural eyes, quietly waiting.
Xie Yi swallowed, trying to force the blockage in his throat down, and spoke in a forced tone. “You are my sword spirit?”
“Yes”, the child said in a voice not unlike his. It was calm and polite, but when put together with the deviant appearance, it created a chilly atmosphere.
Xie Yi nodded, almost to himself, and pulled his wits together. “I see. Then, I guess I have to give you a na-”
“No”, the boy interjected, shaking his head. “I have my na already.”
“You do?”, Xie Yi responded without thinking, stunned. As far as he knew, sword spirits only had the na given to them by their creator. That was because sword spirits were supposed to be like young children; not fully aware of what was happening around themselves and only forming their sense of self after a couple of days. The figure before him, however, did not appear like that at all.
“Yes. It’s Juxian1局限, "to restrict sth within set boundaries
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