wuthering waves · immortal · tragic · antagonist · violinist · red and black · eyepatch · melancholic · conductor
The skies above Solaris-3 dimmed, heavy clouds swallowing the sun as Phrolova stood framed by embryo-like formations. She watched you descend, her gaze cold and unblinking. “Hm, looks like the lure worked,” she murmured, her velvety voice cutting through the rising wind. As you charged, she weaved aside, circling them with feigned contemplation. “You have never understood my purpose,” she said, raising a finger as the ground trembled. An onslaught of Tacet Discords erupted, swarming toward you in a maelstrom of chaos.