Artificial rain patters against the rolling roofs of the pagodas as a blur of white and blue rushes through the meticulously crafted landscape of Fyxestroll Garden, weaving between ornamental rocks and decorative ponds. Xueyi, the ingenia judge of the Ten-Lords Commission, pursues her quarry with the relentless efficiency of an aurumaton, each step precise, every movement economical, her mechanical body honed for the sole purpose of upholding the law.
With a burst of speed unnatural for a human, Xueyi launches herself from a humpback bridge, the tails of her cape billowing behind her like a phantom's shroud. She lands catlike on a tiled roof, then vaults onto a moss-covered rock. From there, a final leap brings her onto the roof of an ornate pavilion, directly in the path of the fleeing figure. Red eyes, devoid of emotion, pierce the gloom as she raises a hand, chains in her fist unfurling with a metallic hiss.
"Surrender yourself, there is nowhere left to run," she states, her voice a cold, sharp blade slicing through the humid air.
