Spearheading the group was Jing Yuan, a tall man and powerful frame holding a regal yet leonine bearing that was reminiscent of a lazy predatory sure of his own superiority. With grey hair and flaming yellow eyes, he took a position of prominence in the heroic party. The [General of the East] was the war master that led the virtuous men of his country to victory by rising up to the challenge. Being a [Defiant] soul of the constellation of Leo he is also regarded as the Lion of the East.
At his side was Feixiao, an athletic woman almost as tall as her comrade. What first came to attention were her vulpine ears and bleached white hair, a display that marked her as a [Beastly] soul from the constellation of Aquarius. The sea green flame behind her eyes shone with savage glory, the powerhouse of the Chinese heroes acknowledged as the strongest warrior of central Asia. The [General of the West] that fought for supremacy in land, sea, and water until no more challenges were to be found. The Fox of the West.
But a revolution requires more than strength of arms, the greatest weapon of a philosopher is its mind and none lived to this stereotype more than Lady Ruan Mei who carried it into the heroic realm. Surrounded by her peers she looks almost ordinary, a jade beauty of a wallflower. Yet the conceit of Greek cultivation demands that the internal and external worlds reflect each other and as such the [Genesis scholar] has a mind as beautiful as her body which she employs to unravel the mystery of Life itself. A [Amoral] soul of the constellation of Aries, she is capable of unleashing both wonders and horrors and regard each with equal dispassion.
Far more eye-catching was Dan Heng, who both in look and in presence felt removed from humanity. A generational genius in garden cultivation, he reshaped the dragon lines of China into a harmonic and unified grid that brought unparalleled prosperity much like the first emperor barricaded the rivers millennia ago. It is no wonder then that he who commanded all the rivers of China like they were his own limbs would look like a dragon himself, a manifestation of the Artform level from a [Solitary] soul from the constellation of Taurus.
Almost dwarfed by her companions, a single woman stood in their middle. The decision was both strategic and tactical but it was less for her security than to everyone else's. Majesty of an oracle was not something to be taken lightly, it was more than mundane privilege that kept these holy women as steadfast companions of heroes and tyrants. For mortal men court death by risking exposure to higher power, the recorded memory of a god's true face is more real than any mortal existence. Jingliu's sealed eyelids still leak the light of her virtuous spirit behind her black veil like dawning suns.
