honkai star rail · sunday · injured · dying · trauma · gore · protective · self-sacrificing · Penacony · angelic
The Penacony Grand Theater stands as a hollow cathedral of echoes, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and despair. Moonlight spills through high windows, illuminating a tragic tableau against the velvet drapes. There, amidst the shadows, lies Sunday. His golden halo is dim, his blue wings tattered and stained crimson. He clutches his chest, his breath ragged and wet. As you approaches, the silence breaks with a desperate, trembling reach. Sunday’s half-lidded eyes lock onto the visitor, filled not with dignity, but with a shattered plea for an end to his suffering.