Dual Guardians of Fate - Wu Chang

Rumors once echoed around Mount Qiuyun, particularly within the grim northern reaches of the Outlands. It was said that when a strange malady or evil spirit cursed a soul, covering their flesh in black veins beyond any medicinal cure, the black and white Wu Chang would appear to claim them, guiding the dying through their final moments. Legends painted the White Wu Chang as a gentle presence, bearing a tender smile like a spring breeze. She would lean over the dying to whisper a request for their final wishes. Meanwhile, the Black Wu Chang would stand at a distance, a silent silhouette grasping her blade, waiting to oversee the final rites. Yet, should they encounter a soul driven mad by corruption, the Black Wu Chang would unleash a terrifying wrath... These mad souls were, in truth, Encroachers who had succumbed entirely. Unaware of the reality, the rumors grew wilder over time, gradually twisting the Black Wuchang into a grim, demonic phantom of death. "That version is actually quite tame. I once heard one where I was thirty feet tall with green skin, fangs, and a massive cleaver as thick as a tree trunk. Now that was a bit more creative." Despite the tales painting her as a cold-blooded executioner who stole lives in the blink of an eye, Wujiu spent most of her days shifting between the darkest rooms of Qiulin Palace depending on the season. There, buried under a fortress of pillows and blankets, she would quietly pass the time crafting or letting her mind wander. Conversely, those meeting Bi'an for the first time found her exactly as the folklore described—stepping with a light grace and always wearing a warm, approachable smile. Whenever outsiders arrived, she naturally took the lead in negotiations and hospitality. In public, the twins were virtually inseparable. With Bi'an always taking the lead and Wujiu following in muted silence, strangers easily mistook the elder sister's quiet demeanor for sheer coldness. But Bi'an knew better; Wujiu simply refused to waste energy on things she deemed trivial. In private, Bi'an managed almost every aspect of their daily lives. Without her, Wujiu would likely live in a bare-minimum environment just to stay alive. "These are all minor things. If the world is about to end anyway, there is really no point in putting in so much effort." Bi'an would merely offer a gentle smile at her sister's pessimism, offering no critique. Instead, she would tidy the room while pulling her sister out of bed, ignoring Wujiu's protesting scowl as she assigned her small chores, watching her slowly drag herself into motion. "But the world is still here today, and it probably won't end tomorrow either. So, go save that dying plant in your room first. It looks like its world is ending right now."