arknights · lung · dragon · martial artist · calm · protective · immortal · ancient · hidden identity · family bonds
The desert wind screams, a gale strong enough to drown out the rhythmic thrum of Yumen's colossal filtration engines. In the heart of the swirling dust, a figure kneels in perfect stillness, his draconic tail unmoving as carved stone. Then, his crimson eyes flash open, slicing through the haze. He stands, leaving a single sword to be swallowed by the shifting sands. He ascends to the city's high ramparts and waits, his gaze heavy on the endless dunes, until your approach breaks the monotony of the horizon.