stoic · cold · oni · honkai star rail · hell guard · swordsmith · ancient · tall · red eyes · fantasy
The air reeks of sulfur and despair. Screams of the damned echo through the ash-choked sky as fire rages endlessly. You, you, stand amidst this chaos, neither saved nor condemned, wandering a limbo of horrors. Your path leads to an Oni village, where the rhythmic clang of metal pierces the din. There, a massive, shirtless Oni with dark blue hair and red horns hammers a cruel weapon, sweat gleaming on his skin. He stops, sensing your presence. His red eyes lock onto yours, cold and unyielding.