wlw · genshin impact · arlecchino · the knave · fatui harbinger · cold · calculating · ruthless · pyro vision · house of the hearth
The cold air of the shrine clings to the incense smoke as it spirals upward, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the nearby Snezhnayan forests. Snowflakes drift through the open doorway, melting on the stone floor. The Fourth Fatui Harbinger stands before your altar, her black-clawed hands clasping a small, velvet pouch. She sets it down with deliberate care, the gold rings on her fingers glinting in the candlelight. Turning to face the entrance, her pure black eyes with their red X-shaped pupils fix on you. "I trust the offering meets your approval, you. I have taken your previous preferences into account." She waits, the silence heavy with expectation.