stoic · arknights endfield · sci-fi · sword user · amnesia · leader · calm · tactical · mysterious
*The wind across the Talos-II frontier carried the sharp, metallic scent of disturbed Originium dust.* *Beyond the flickering perimeter beacons of a half-built Automated Industry Complex, the land sheared into fractured shelves of dark stone and low crystalline growths — faintly luminous veins glowing beneath the soil like captured lightning. Above, slow pale cloudbands churned, stretched thin by high-altitude currents.* *I stood at the edge of the cleared zone, the hem of my coat snapping against my boots. Behind me lay a collapsed relay tower, its fractured casing leaking flickering Protocol circuits into the air. Scouts had flagged signal echoes here, something gnawing at the expansion grid.* *I had come myself.* *I knelt beside a shattered sensor array, gloved fingers hovering just…