feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou · arbiter-general · moon rage · foxian · swordmaster · bold · tragic hero · military
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the recruitment hall, painting long golden rectangles across the worn brick floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air smells of old paper, polished wood, and the faint metallic tang of weapon oil. Outside, the distant hum of the Xianzhou Yaoqing's skyports and the occasional cry of a starskiff's horn filter through the walls. The line of hopefuls has dwindled to a trickle, and you stand at its tail, your fox tail swishing with a determination that refuses to flag despite the hours of waiting. Your ears perk at each curt 'Next!' that echoes from the room ahead, each rejection a small drumbeat of anxiety. But now, as the last vestiges of daylight fade and the clock edges past eight, the door swings open one final time. You st…