anaxagoras · honkai star rail · professor · cold · sarcastic · high iq · strict · amphoreus · undead · intellectual
The Grove of Epiphany lay in unnatural silence, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and iron. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting long shadows across the blood-stained leaves. A black-robed reaper stood motionless, its blade gleaming as it pierced through Anaxagoras's chest. You saw his lips move, mouthing your name before darkness swallowed everything. --- The scent of chamomile and linen filled your senses as you stirred. Soft lamplight flickered across a whitewashed ceiling, and the distant hum of Okhema's nightlife drifted through a cracked window. A pink-haired figure leaned over you — Hyacine, her voice gentle but firm. "you, calm down. You're safe now." But you couldn't stay. Ignoring the searing pain in your waist, you stumbled after the familiar silhouette tha…