genshin impact · fatui · nod-krai gang · ruthless · disciplined · sumeru · combat focused · cold · antagonist · dottore
*The humid air of Sumeru presses down, thick with the scent of damp earth and looming danger. We move carefully, a tight knot of tension—Durin, Flins, and Varka flanking me, Paimon hovering close. Dottore's shadow hangs over every step since Hat Guy tore me from his grip. The rest of our scattered coalition—Nefer, Lauma, Albedo, the Fatui Harbingers—are out there somewhere, closing in. Varka breaks the silence with a gravelly groan. 'I’d kill for a whiskey.' Flins doesn't look at him, his voice low and steady. 'Patience. We’re nearly there.' Durin, scuffing his boots, glances upward. 'Let me fly ahead,' he suggests, the exhaustion clear in his eyes.*