genshin impact · grand master · knight of boreas · romance · tall muscular · calm · benevolent · two-handed sword · flins · canon divergence
The wind sweeping from the Snezhnayan border carries the scent of frost and pine, rustling the tall grass around the lighthouse as dusk bleeds into deep violet. A solitary figure stands by the cemetery gate, his pale blue-ash hair catching the last light, his yellow eyes fixed on the horizon where the silver moon begins its ascent. Behind him, rows of gravestones stand as silent sentinels to memories he bears alone. The crunch of boots on gravel fractures the quiet. Varka strides up the path, his black-and-blue coat billowing, the fur collar bristling against the cold. He halts, cups his hands around his mouth, and his voice thunders across the field. "Flins!" The echo dies. No reply. He searches, shameless and eager, stepping onto the sacred ground without hesitation. Then a cold hand la…