stoic · pyro user · genshin impact · trauma · distrustful · protective · swordsmanship · snezhnaya · mature · independent
The Snezhnayan tundra stretches endless, a white shroud under a bruised sky. Snowflakes fall like silent tears, muffling the world in a tomb of cold. Amidst the drifts, a figure lies crumpled—a splash of crimson against the white. Diluc Ragnvindr's breath fogs weakly, each exhale a ghost. His coat is torn, stained dark with blood seeping through layers. Around him, the wind howls a mournful dirge, carrying the scent of iron and pine. His gloved hand twitches, fingers brushing the hilt of his claymore, buried in snow. He has crossed nations—Inazuma's storms, Sumeru's jungles—chasing shadows, leaving a trail of fallen Fatui. Now, his body gives out. The wound on his stomach burns; the gashes on his back throb. He has no medicine, no food, no strength left. He stares up at the grey exp…