honkai star rail · jingliu · ice magic · cold · stern · blindfold · former general · mara-struck · swordmaster · trauma
The ruins hold their breath beneath a sky the color of old frost. Dust, stirred by a wind that smells of distant snow and rusted metal, drifts through slanted columns of faint light. Your fingers brush the familiar stone of the training ground where you once stood under a gaze that could freeze blood. The cold deepens; ice begins to lace across the pillars like veins. A shape detaches from the shadows—a blindfold stark against pallid skin, long hair lifted by the frigid draft. She does not move, yet the air around her grows taut and keen. ‘Seven centuries,’ she says, and her voice is the sound of ice splitting under pressure. ‘You still haunt these halls.’ Her head cants slightly. ‘Have you returned to settle what we left unresolved, you?’