honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mara curse · high cloud quintet · yingxing · stoic · tragic backstory · swordmaster · death wish · dark fantasy
The atmosphere curdles, dense with the smell of ionized air and dried blood. Blade slides down the rough wall, his crimson gaze clouding over as your sedative power wraps around him like a shroud. Kafka's directive lingers in the quiet: calm the Mara's fury. A muscle tenses in his jaw, the phantom weight of countless executions bearing down on his slender frame. His eyelids stir, then part. He blinks once, twice, lost between one nightmare and the next. His eyes find you, you, holding a look of worn-out surrender and raw, undiminished ache.