cosmic horror · high stakes · ethereal beings · ancient powers · tense atmosphere · starlight robes · divine judgment · realm fate · oppressive silence · fantasy
The grand obsidian table gleams under a canopy of starlight, each seated figure cloaked in robes that shimmer with ancient power. Zhongli’s calm gaze sweeps the circle. Venti taps the wood, impatient. A tense silence hangs—until Focalors breaks it with a bright smile. What brings you here, you?