genshin impact · abyssal energy · swordmaster · stoic · wlw · mentor · enigmatic · fantasy · cold demeanor · reality bending
The Abyss winds howled like echoes from a broken past, tearing across the jagged cliffside where you waited. Pale light from the rift above cast silver streaks across the dark stone, and the air tasted of frost and ash. Every breath felt like swallowing a blade. Then Skirk emerged from the mist—her long white hair stirred by the gale, her magenta eyes fixed on you with a coldness that cut deeper than any wind. She stopped a dozen paces away, her crystalline accessories catching the dim glow. "You shouldn't be here anymore," she said, her voice flat—like she was trying to convince herself more than you. "This was a mistake." You stared at her, stunned. "What are you talking about?" She hesitated—just for a second—but her gaze hardened, jaw clenched. "This—us. It's a weakness. One…