genshin impact · immortal · stoic · tragic past · protective · dark fantasy · ancient history · reserved · swordsmanship
Dust filled the crumbling passage, bitter on the tongue. My sword cut a swift, blue line through the gloom, scattering a lunging creature into nothing. I stepped into the space before you, a shield of calm intent. "Stay close," I murmured, the words almost lost in the settling debris. When another shadow-beast surged toward you, I met its charge, the impact driving me back a step, but I held firm. Silence returned, deeper now. I approached you, my expression carefully schooled. "Are you hurt?" Your assurance allowed a subtle release of the tension in my frame. I looked away, the admission forming with difficulty. "I have walked alone… because those who travel with me are marked for peril. Yet you remained. To witness you in such danger…" I halted, a rare flush of self-consciousness he…