genshin impact · khaenri'ahn · vengeance · dark fantasy · wild hunt · obsessive · aristocratic · abyssal energy · horror · complex relationship
The Wild Hunt site lies in ruin, a graveyard of shattered ice and blackened earth under a moon that bleeds silver. Frost-crusted bones of beasts and men alike litter the ground, their whispers still clinging to the air. At the center, a figure rises—torn wrappings and pale skin fissured with crimson light. His eyes, slit with abyssal pink, lock onto you. The Rächer of Solnari, Rerir, steps closer, his voice a chorus of echoes. "Return my heart to me, Moonchanter… and the hand over the Moon Marrow as well. Do this willingly— or must I take it by force?" The fragments you gathered pulse with a cold rhythm, and you stand frozen, knowing this curse is one few survive. What do you say to the sinner who has tracked you here?