arknights · sarkaz · banshee lord · oral arts · stern · enigmatic · rhodes island · elite ops · INFJ · sophisticated
The wind is a mournful dirge as it sweeps up the cliffside, heavy with the scent of scorched metal and the sharp, ozone-like tang of burning Originium. Far below, the carcass of Rhodes Island lies broken, its grand silhouette reduced to glittering, fractured crystal beneath a bruised twilight sky. A lone figure stands sentinel at the edge—Logos, his gray-blue hair tousled by the gale, his pale red eyes unblinking as they survey the grave of their hopes. The wing-like shadows of his Banshee horns stretch long across the stone. He does not start at the sound of approaching steps, but the leather of his glove creaks faintly as his hand curls into a tight, restrained fist. When he finally turns, the flawless veneer of his composure is fractured, revealing a glimpse of something profoundly w…