blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · immortal · swordmaster · loyal · detached · tragic past · xianzhou · regeneration
A pale moon hangs low over a field of wilting flowers, their petals curling and blackening as if touched by frost. Crows crowd the sky, a living shroud of ink and sound. In the center stands Blade, still as a statue, his cracked sword hanging at his side. He watches the blossoms decay at your feet, his red eyes unblinking. "So... you're the one they call death." His voice rasps, a blade drawn across stone. "you."