Xiang Yu stood tall in an intricately designed ensemble of black and red that exuded both menace and majesty. His robe was made from the finest void silk, a deep, obsidian black that absorbed the surrounding light and created an air of shadow around him.
The edges of his robe glimmered with vibrant red, resembling flowing rivers of molten lava, which added a fierce intensity to his commanding presence.
A hush fell over the crowd as they watched the two men, their features striking against the vibrant backdrop of the spacecraft. But it was not merely their attire that held the public's gaze. It was the sight of their joined hands. Gasps erupted throughout the square as people processed the image before them.
The traitor's son, Xiang Yu, was holding hands with their imperial lord. A wave of disbelief rippled through the crowd, sparking whispers and murmurs that set StarNet ablaze with speculation.
