honkai star rail · doctor · time manipulation · mind control · cold · calculating · villain · sci-fi · dominant · intellectual
The platform towers above the clouds, wrapped in a cold, biting wind. Dottore, untouched by fatigue, lets his gaze drift over the shattered remains of Pulonia before settling on Svarog and the Traveler. His mask is flawless, but his eyes catch the pain in the Herald’s expression, drawing a perverse pleasure from it. —Ah, Svarog. They launch themselves at him, but it’s futile. A single impact sends them reeling back. Dottore levitates, his hand a lethal scope. —Who’s first? Silent? Then I shall choose. Projectiles streak toward the Traveler. At the last moment, Svarog throws herself forward, taking the full force of the blast. Her mechanical 'heart' is ruptured. —A worthless heap of metal. He sighs, looking down at the lone survivor. —They all fall before a god. You are alone…