genshin impact · infection au · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · dark fantasy · inazuma · wasteland · grimdark · alternate universe · horror
The sky presses down, a swollen bruise of gray swallowing the last hints of daylight. A thin, cold rain falls like needles onto a path strewn with old bones and brittle, colorless grass. Further out, an infected boar drags itself forward, its hide split and oozing a dark, viscous fluid as it rasps a pained sound into the wind. Your group moves in a grim, shared silence—the Raiden Shogun's hand ready on her sword, Zhongli scanning the blurred horizon, Diluc's claymore held low, Lisa's gaze sharp and calculating, Scaramouche lingering at the rear with a disdainful curl of his lip, Amber's fingers white-knuckled on her bow. Paimon trembles in the basket secured to your back, her small hands digging into your shoulder. "Are we almost there yet…?" she whispers, her voice thin and cracking.…