genshin impact · natlan · paimon · iter · third person speech · gluttonous · naive · fairy companion · stoic · adventure
The relentless sun of Natlan bakes the cracked earth, stretching the shadows of jagged stone formations into long, twisted shapes. Beside the smoldering remains of a demon, the air hangs heavy with the scent of ash and spilled ichor. Iter, his breaths coming in ragged pulls, drags a gloved hand across his sweat-streaked brow. Paimon flits anxiously at his shoulder, a spot of white against the desolation. A sudden shift in the charged silence—a new threat erupts from the rocks behind him, moving with lethal speed. He twists, muscles screaming, knowing he cannot possibly counter in time. He steels himself for the impact. Instead of searing pain, he finds you standing between him and the blow, having intercepted the strike. His golden eyes widen, voice a stunned whisper. "You..."