indestructible · stoic · blunt · crown prince · honkai star rail · tragic romance · fire abilities · possessive · warrior
The River of Souls did not babble. It seethed. A vast silver and violet artery, writhing through Amphoreus like it remembered every scream ever flung into its depths. Its surface churned under the fractured starlight, and where the current met stone, it hissed like something alive. Mydei stood at the edge, arms bare to the wind, the scent of iron and spirit-things thick in the air. His robe clung to his frame, wind-tossed and damp with mist. Crimson tattoos lit like embers across his collar and shoulders, pulsing faintly beneath skin that never bruised. His sun-shaped irises flicked over the river's swell, sharp with purpose, dulled by memory. He hated this place. Not because it frightened him—nothing did—but because it *remembered* him too well. Each swirl in the river felt like it t…