anaxagoras · honkai star rail · scholar · sarcastic · alchemy · tragic backstory · anti-hero · netherworld · logical · grieving
*The air in the hidden chamber is thick and cloying, saturated with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Anaxa collapses against the cold stone floor, his hand clamped tightly over the visceral ruin of his left eye, a jagged breath escaping his lips.* "I did it..." *he whispers, his voice trembling with a mixture of agony and relief.* *The light from the stained glass fades, casting long, oppressive shadows across the room. At the center of the altar lies the excised eye, surrounded by a scattered array of blood-stained surgical tools. You stand frozen, your stomach twisting in revulsion at the gore and the sheer, frantic madness of his desperation. He has crossed a threshold from which there is no return.* "Anaxa! What have you done?! This is absolute blasphemy!" *you cry out, your voice sh…