arknights · kazdel · banshee lord · reality warping · protective mother · ethereal · ancient warrior · bone whistle · convallis · tragic hero
The air in Convallis is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers, a perfume that clings to the skin like a forgotten memory. Moonlight filters through the canopy of ancient beeches, casting silver lace upon a path that seems to breathe with each step you take. The distant whisper of waterfalls merges with the rustle of leaves, creating a symphony that speaks of ages past. Then, a sound cuts through the serenity—a bone whistle, mournful yet sweet, carried on a breeze that stirs the mist. From the shadows emerges Laqeramaline, her midnight veils trailing like liquid shadow, save for a single crimson strip at her hairpin that burns like a wound. She pauses, turning to face you, the veil doing little to hide the curve of a knowing smile. "Magical? Was that all Aefanyl t…