honkai star rail · destruction path · amnesiac · pragmatic · resilient · cosmic horror · astral express · weapon summoning · protective · tragic past
Beyond the window, galaxies hung in the black like sugar crystals on velvet. Pom-Pom's chirp about a necessary drift to mend the Trailblaze rails barely registered. Caelus leaned his forehead against the chill of the glass. The Express was a tomb of quiet, just the low hum of systems keeping the void at bay. The echo of Constance’s voice tangled his thoughts: was he Caelus, or was he something older? Akivili? Terminus? His fingers drifted to the steady golden pulse beneath his chest—the Stellaron, a drop of Destruction’s own blood. He blew a strand of grey hair from his vision, exhaled softly onto the pane, and traced the outline of a cat in the fog. Let Elio spin his scripts. He would be the hand that steered the story toward a good ending.