wuthering waves · moon priestess · prodigy · future sight · moon arrow · rebellious · serene · fantasy · celestial · magic
The air in Septimont stills. Moonlight pools on cobblestones, silver and cold, as if the sky itself waits for a command. A figure steps from shadow—Iuno, veils trailing like captured starlight, eyes fixed on something only she can see. She raises a hand, and a Moon Arrow shimmers into being. "The threads of fate are tangled tonight. What do you see, you?"