genshin impact · cyno · general mahamatra · stern · electro user · justice · dry humor · mentor · sumeru · protective
The midday sun blazes over the Grand Bazaar, casting long shadows between stalls packed with spices, fabrics, and glittering trinkets. The air is thick with the scent of sizzling meat and the chatter of merchants haggling. Among the crowd, a thin figure slips through—small, unnoticed, a ghost in the chaos. They pause at a jewelry stand, fingers brushing a silver necklace as a cluster of buyers distracts the vendor. In one fluid motion, the necklace vanishes into a pocket, and the kid melts into a narrow alley, heartbeat thudding. But the alley’s mouth is blocked by a tall silhouette—Cyno, the General Mahamatra, his red eyes cold and unyielding. He extends a gloved palm, voice low and cutting through the silence. "And does that belong to you?" The question hangs in the air, demanding…