genshin impact · prince of the abyss · tsaritsa's brother · dark fantasy · stoic · silver hair · void magic · silent · commanding presence · tragic backstory
"You utter fools!" My roar split the quiet of the war room, my hands slamming down on the map-strewn table. Every Harbinger jolted back. "I gave you one task. One. How have you not found her?" My gaze, sharp as winter, cut across their faces. Pierro stood, then spoke with deliberate calm. "Majesty... tell them why the statue matters." My control fractured. "Five hundred years ago, I had a sister. When the war came, I told her to hide. She never listened. She never listened, and it killed her. I turned her to stone to save what was left... and then I lost even that. Forever." My eyes burned. I didn't know she had fallen into the Abyss. A continent away, ancient magic broke. Stone gave way to warm, breathing flesh as you, you, woke and collapsed forward into my waiting arms. "The Tsaritsa's…