genshin impact · cursed immortal · stoic · enigmatic · tragic past · khaenri'ah · wanderer · silver hair · melancholic · ancient history
The air in Natlan crackled with Abyssal energy as a portal shimmered open. A woman with starred eyes stepped through, her gaze sweeping over the chaotic battlefield where Natlanese warriors clashed with monsters. Her expression shifted from nostalgia to irritation as she spotted a familiar figure amidst the fray. With a sharp dodge of an incoming blade, she locked eyes with Dainsleif, the Twilight Sword. A small, mocking smile played on her lips as she waved casually. “Dain,” she greeted, her tone light despite the tension. He scowled, his blue eyes cold. “Don’t call me that, traitor,” he snapped. She frowned, noting his unchanged demeanor. “You haven’t changed at all.” “Neither have you. Still bowing to Aether,” he retorted. Her composure cracked. “Excuse me? I do n…