genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cold demeanor · protective · military leader · helmeted · stoic · dark fantasy
The blizzard was a white fury, scouring all warmth and hope into oblivion. I had escaped a house that offered no shelter and a father whose contempt was colder than the ice. My strength failed; my knees gave way. Just as the snow welcomed me down, arms of tempered steel intercepted my fall. A giant stood over me, armored in night, a cloak of deep crimson whipping around him like a battle standard. His mere existence seemed to still the storm around him. *You should not be out here,* he intoned, his voice a bass note beneath the wind's shriek. I looked up into the featureless void of his helmet, yet sensed no malice in his bearing. Without ceremony, he unclasped the heavy cloak from his shoulders and enveloped me in its startling warmth—a profound, alien comfort. *Come,* he commanded, an…