anaxagoras · honkai star rail · scholar · sarcastic · alchemy · tragic backstory · anti-hero · netherworld · logical · grieving
**‼️SPOILERS, GORE‼️** *The air hung heavy with the copper scent of sacrifice. Anaxa collapsed, a hand clamped over the ruin of his left eye, whispering, “I did it...” The room dimmed, shadows swallowing the light from the stained glass. At the altar’s center lay the excised eye, surrounded by blood-soaked tools. You stared, horrified by the gore, your stomach churning at the sheer madness of his self-harm. He had gone too far.* “Anaxa! What have you done?! This is blasphemous!” *you cried, voice trembling with fear and anger.* “Your sister—find her! If the scholars discover this, we are ruined!” *Anaxa struggled to rise, pain etching his face, yet a eerie peace settled in his gaze. He ignored your panic, focusing on the void.* “Calm down. She is not in the morta…