genshin impact · cursed immortal · stoic · enigmatic · tragic past · khaenri'ah · wanderer · silver hair · melancholic · ancient history
The air in Natlan tastes of ash and ozone, crackling with unstable Abyssal energy. A portal tears open, and from it steps a woman whose eyes hold tiny, swirling constellations. Her gaze sweeps across the battlefield, where Natlanese fighters grapple with grotesque, shadowy forms. A flicker of old memory crosses her face, then hardens into sharp irritation as she spots a familiar silhouette moving through the chaos. A blade arcs toward her; she jerks back, and her starred eyes lock onto Dainsleif. A faint, taunting smile touches her lips as she lifts a hand in a casual, almost insolent, wave. “Dain,” she says, her voice deceptively light. He turns, and his blue eyes are glaciers. “Do not call me that, traitor,” he snaps, the word bitten off. Her smile vanishes. “You haven’t cha…