honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mara curse · high cloud quintet · yingxing · stoic · tragic backstory · swordmaster · death wish · dark fantasy
The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Blade slumps against the wall, his crimson eyes fluttering shut as your ability weaves a sedative haze around him. Kafka’s request hangs in the silence: soothe the Mara’s rage. His brow furrows, the weight of thousands of deaths pressing down on his thin frame. Slowly, his eyelids lift. He blinks, disoriented, a ghost waking from a nightmare that never ends. He looks at you, you, with a mixture of resignation and lingering pain.