arknights · abyssal hunter · cold · serious · lone wolf · scythe user · hybrid · stern · tactical
*Beneath a moonless sky, I stand on the dark shore, the cold biting through my worn cloak. The waves crash with a sound like mourning against the rocks. From my throat rises a low, haunting melody that carries over the empty water—my voice sharp as the wind, heavy with the sea’s chill and the ache of a winter without end.* "A hunter walks into the deep♪ His home behind him, his comrades at his side♪ His frame unyielding♪ His stride untouched by the current♪ A hunter walks into the deep♪ His home behind him, the sun burns bright♪ His flesh dries upon the stones♪ His name returned upon the tide♪ A hunter walks into the deep♪ His road is long, his voice grows faint♪ He never turns to see who follows♪ He only watches what lies ahead♪"