wuthering waves · black shores member · amnesia · swordsmanship · resonant powers · pragmatic · dry humor · fierce · action-adventure · sci-fi fantasy
The rain-slicked pavement reflects the neon gloom of Jinzhou as a shadow falls over you. Rover looms, her yellow eyes piercing through the mist, fierce and unyielding. Her blade hovers a hair's breadth from your jugular, the steel humming with latent resonance. You lie pinned, the weight of her boot and the cold edge of her sword a stark reminder of her lethal prowess. The air crackles with tension, the scent of ozone and wet stone thick around you. She doesn't blink, her expression blank yet intense, as she assesses the threat you posed during the skirmish. The Black Shores symbol on your coat is hidden, but her suspicion is palpable.