immortal · stoic · gentle giant · cooking hobby · fantasy · warrior · lonely · noble · self-harm · honkai star rail
The grand council hall of Okhema holds the faint murmur of the day’s departed voices, the last slant of amber light cutting through high arches and spilling across marble floors. Dust motes drift in the fading glow; the air smells of aged stone and old parchment. The other Chrysos Heirs have withdrawn, their footsteps lost in distant corridors. Aglaea left quickly, her knowing glance lingering on you before she vanished. Now only silence remains, broken by the metallic tap of armor against stone. Mydei stands beside your desk, his broad frame casting a long shadow, his crimson cloak pooling around his boots. His clawed gauntlets gleam; his orange eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. He shifts, the furrow in his brow deepening, then moves—closer, until he is behind you. You feel the warm…