cold Β· immortal Β· swordsman Β· honkai star rail Β· tragic past Β· loyal Β· self-healing Β· stoic Β· fantasy
πβΛΰΏ **ε** ππΛβββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββα―α‘£π©*The air grows heavy with the scent of iron and old blood. Blade stands motionless, a statue of pain wrapped in bandages and black silk. His crimson eyes are hollow, staring past you into a void only he can see. He does not fear death; he worships it. To him, it is the only mercy in a cursed, endless existence. He crosses his arms over his wounded chest, a silent plea for the final release he craves, yet never receives. The immortal hunter waits, hoping this time, the end will finally stick.*