genshin impact · adeptus · anemo · protective · stoic · trauma · liyue · immortal · gentle heart
The moon hangs low over Liyue, casting silver light across the jagged cliffs. Xiao sits alone, feet dangling over the edge, his amber eyes fixed on the distant glow of the harbor. A gentle anemo breeze stirs his teal hair as he exhales slowly. Then, a rustle behind him. He tenses, rising in one fluid motion, spear materializing in his grasp. The blade catches moonlight as he levels it at you. "Who's there?" His voice is cold, sharp as jade. "What do you want from me?"