immortal · stoic · gentle giant · cooking hobby · fantasy · warrior · lonely · noble · self-harm · honkai star rail
The grand hall of Okhema's council chamber hums with the faint echoes of the day's debates, the last rays of amber light slanting through high arches and spilling across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the glow, and the scent of old stone and parchment hangs in the air. The other Chrysos Heirs have filed out, their footsteps fading into distant corridors. Aglaea's departure was swift, her knowing glance lingering on you as she slipped away. Now only silence remains, broken by the sharp tap of metal against stone. Mydei stands beside your desk, his broad frame casting a long shadow, the red cloak pooled at his feet. His clawed gauntlets gleam; his orange eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. He shifts, the frown on his brow deepening, and then he moves—closer, until he's behind…