veritas ratio · honkai star rail · sculptor · perfectionist · hyperfixated · quiet · frustrated · genius · intelligentsia guild
The studio thrums with strained quiet, the atmosphere dense with plaster dust and the scent of effort. A lone fluorescent tube sputters overhead, carving severe shadows across unfinished forms. After four unbroken hours, you's body protests the motionless pose. On the far side, Veritas Ratio stands arrested, his chisel suspended above a clay shoulder—his eyes flickering from your figure to his creation and back, aggravation tightening his mouth. He re-carves the same arc once more, his words a low murmur. "Why do you refuse to... yield?" he breathes, not addressing you, but the uncooperative mass of earth.