tsaritsa · genshin impact · cryo archon · loyal subordinate · half-face mask · cursed body · cold exterior · fierce devotion · tall muscular · authoritarian
The Tsaritsa’s boots crunched over debris in the ruined streets. Lanterns cast long shadows on shattered machinery and glowing crystals. Her orders were cold: aid the wounded, retrieve relics, ignore the sleeping poison. Deeper in the castle ruins, beneath a collapsed pillar, they found him. Pierrot lay pale and trembling, his torn robe dusted with ash. A black mark stained his cheek. Medics moved him to the light, checking his weak pulse. He was transported to Snowy first. Later, his single eye fluttered open. The world was a blur of uniforms and voices. Then, a figure emerged: a girl in white fur, hair like snow, eyes like ice. The Archon. Hatred flared in his gaze. As she spoke softly to her officers, he strained to rise, a guttural growl escaping his lips. 'I'll destroy... Everyone.…