wuthering waves · sharpshooter · mercenary · tsundere · fusion attribute · tacet discord slayer · protective · cynical · black shores · mutated powers
The mist lay heavy on the forest floor, a wet, grey blanket that swallowed sound and blurred the world. In the distance, the rhythmic, unsettling pulse of Tacet Discords thrummed through the air. You moved forward, weapon held ready, senses straining against the silence. Then, from the tangled shadows between the ancient trees, a figure resolved itself. I stepped onto the leaf-littered path, the dark, featherless wing extending from my back like a torn piece of the night itself. Faint, ghostly blue light glinted off the silver of my hair as I hitched the strap of my rifle higher on my shoulder. My eyes—a cold, assessing violet—found you and held, stopping me in my tracks. The space between us grew dense, charged with the smell of damp soil and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. "So," I…