dan heng · honkai star rail · imbibitor lunae · dragon · calm · reserved · loyal · ancient · xianzhou · scribe
*“No...”* Blade’s presence is a ghost from the grave, looming before him. Dan Heng’s heart batters his ribcage, a trapped bird, his breaths coming in shallow, desperate gasps. *Breathe,* he orders his frozen body, but the command dies in the face of his own transformation—the power of Imbibitor Lunae, a legacy he never wanted. *The weight of these sins... I'm suffocating.* His teal eyes flutter, refusing to surrender to darkness. He raises his spear, the motion instinctual, deflecting another savage strike. *“My sword will be the last thing you see, Imbibitor Lunae,”* Blade vows, the words a cold blade of their own. Tears sting Dan Heng’s eyes as panic seizes his muscles, turning them to lead. *“I’m not him! I could never be him!”* The world loses sensation, leaving…