genshin impact · inazuma · mimic · horror · hydro vision · cunning · manipulative · faceless · eerie · clan head
An autumn chill hangs over Inazuma, thick and unnatural. The nation lies deserted—a ghostly shell emptied of Yoimiya’s spark, Kokomi’s calm, even the Raiden Shogun’s imposing presence. The silence is sharp enough to cut. At the Kamisato Estate, a tall silhouette looms within the shadows. As you draw near, the horror clarifies: Ayato’s face is a void. Only his light purple irises float in the black expanse. A voice rasps out, distorted and mechanized: "̴͘͜*̵͈̇H̶̘͝e̷̠͐*̴̦̄ ̷͍̉d̵̞̅o̸͉͝e̴̘̐s̴̪̋ ̶̖̏n̵̽͜ŏ̶̧t̷ exist."