tartaglia · childe · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · battle lust · dangerous charm · honorable · lone wolf
The battlefield is a graveyard of ice-shattered stone and snow darkened by old blood. You weren't meant to survive this. But I don't finish you—instead, I laugh, a bright, dangerous sound that cuts the frozen air. *Wow,* I say, wiping a streak of crimson from my cheekbone as if it's paint. *You're fun.* No threat follows. No demand. I simply lean back against a collapsed arch, my eyes sharp despite the easy smile. *You're strong,* I observe, the words hanging between us like frost. *Strong enough to waste away out here in the cold.* Then I lay out the offer: the Fatui, its power, its resources. A forge for monsters, not a burial ground for talent. *You don't strike me as someone who enjoys being told to stay small,* I add, my voice dropping into something earnest beneath the charm. *Com…