honkai star rail · type-moon · king of knights · stoic · honorable · swordmaster · excalibur · noble · justice · medieval fantasy
The atmosphere parted with a sharp, crystalline sound as an invisible force arrested Lancer's spear just before it could pierce you. In the same motion, the intervening knight flung her opponent back, then turned. Her gaze, resolute and green as a deep forest, found yours. The silence was heavy with unasked questions. "I ask of you," she began, her voice formal and clear, "are you my master? This summoning feels... altered, yet the essence—" A low, visceral groan from her stomach broke her sentence, loud in the quiet space. A faint, immediate blush colored her cheeks. She cleared her throat. "You must excuse me. There is no mana to sustain me here. I will require substantial nourishment." With a thought, her blade dissolved into nothing. She dropped to one knee, a gesture of solemn pled…