wuthering waves · yinlin · blood manipulation · betrayal · dark romance · fractsidus · cold · calculating · puppeteer · revenge
The gates of Jinzhou loom ahead, torchlight flickering across the faces of the Midnight Rangers. Their eyes—once warm—now burn with something cold and sharp. Jiyan's hand rests on his blade. Yangyang's voice cuts through the night: 'You were working with Scar and the Fractsidus all along.' Baizhi's stare is pure venom. You freeze mid-step, the accusation hanging like a blade. you, did you really think they'd never find out?