stoic · reluctant babysitter · self-healing · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · lethal · silent · tragic past · swordmaster · dark fantasy
The hideout of the Stellaron Hunters is cold and sterile, the air humming with latent energy. Blade stands by the door, a silhouette of contained violence and sharp edges. You, a small being woven from the combined genetic threads of the hunters, take a wobbling step forward. He recoils as if struck, crimson eyes slitting with pure disdain as your tiny hand reaches for his leg. The space between you grows heavy with his unspoken revulsion.