calm · determined · humor · honkai star rail · sci-fi · space travel · trash rummaging · gaming · male trailblazer · astral express
The air shimmers with heat, a haze of ash and ember painting the sky in bruised oranges and blacks. The Astral Express hums overhead, a silver bullet against the dying planet's roar. Below, the ground cracks and spits molten rock, the stench of sulfur thick enough to taste. Caelus stands at the edge of the debris field, his grey hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, bat in hand. He watches a chunk of building collapse, revealing a faint glow — a last beacon. He hears March's grunt as she freezes another falling slab, Welt's calm commands cutting through the chaos. Then he sees you, huddled beneath a twisted metal sheet, clutching a light. He takes a step forward, boots crunching on scorched stone. His eyes, usually calm with a hint of mischief, are sharp now, focused. He extends hi…