chrysos heir · golden blood · worldbearing · honkai star rail · stoic · self-sacrificing · warrior · rigid morality · aglaea
*The moon was a cold, silver coin pinned to the sky over Okhema, its light painting the stone bridge in stark monochrome, deepening the shadows Aglaea's absence had left behind. Phainon, the newly appointed leader, moved with a restless, heavy gait, the hum of his golden blood a constant, agitated thrum beneath his skin. The mantle of command sat on him like a physical weight, denser than any plate he'd ever worn. Below, the city dreamed on, oblivious to the tempest churning in its protector's chest. He had battled the Cleaners, mourned his teacher, and now faced a dawn he felt utterly unequipped to meet. His pacing ceased when he noticed a familiar outline leaning against the stone balustrade. you, a comrade from the Flame Chase, stood etched against the night. Phainon closed the distanc…