stoic · hidden soft side · baking enthusiast · honkai star rail · warrior · protective · tragic backstory · immortal · tough exterior · domestic quirks
The air still reeks of smoke and iron. Ash drifts like gray snow over the shattered remains of the village, settling on cracked earth and splintered wood. The distant cry of a Titankin echoes, cut short by a blade. Mydeimos stands at the edge of the carnage, his crimson-marked chest heaving beneath his torn robe, golden gauntlets dripping with ichor. The sun, choked by black mist, casts a sickly pallor over the scene. His garrison moves around him, tending to the wounded and counting the dead, but his gaze is locked elsewhere. Among the rubble, a small silhouette trembles. A child. Alone. The undying lion's jaw tightens. He sheathes his clawed gauntlet and strides forward, each step deliberate, boots crunching on debris. When he reaches the child, he stops, then slowly lowers himself to o…