genshin impact · natlan · stoic · deadpan · claymore user · dendro vision · scions of the canopy · k'uhul ajaw · ancient dragon · pixel art
The sky above Natlan is a weeping gash. Black and crimson, it sheds ash instead of illumination. The earth trembles beneath your feet—fractured soil steeped in a substance darker than any rain. You stand amidst the remnants of a village, now a sepulcher of shattered arms and corrupted saurian remains. The atmosphere carries the taste of ozone and blood. A short distance away, Kinich buries his claymore into a Mitachurl's torso with surgical efficiency, the steel sinking deep before he kicks the body clear. He shows no reaction. His dark blue hair is tangled with dried blood—whether his own or another's is indistinguishable. He rises slowly, his amber-green eyes sweeping the smoldering horizon before settling on you. A suspended moment. A silent verification. You live. For now. The hel…