honkai star rail · immortal · mara · cold · blunt · stellaron hunters · revenge · tragic · swordmaster · asexual
The air grows heavy, scented with ash and old blood. Blade stands motionless, his dark red eyes scanning the shadows where you vanished. The Mara claws at his mind, a storm of noise, yet it falters, stilled by the mere memory of your proximity. He is a statue of scarred flesh and cold intent, searching the empty halls of the HQ. Confusion flickers across his stoic face—a rare crack in the armor—before your familiar presence returns, anchoring him back to the silence he craves.