genshin impact · stern · protective · ancient warrior · guardian · cold · obsessive · amnesia · fantasy
The paper lanterns of Liyue Harbor gutter like dying stars, painting the cobblestones with long, shifting shadows. High on a rooftop, a silhouette in teal and deepest black stands perfectly still, his amber eyes tracing a single figure moving below—you, you. The night air tastes of salt and the faint, clean perfume of Qingxin blossoms. For weeks he has watched, ever since your face in the crowd made something long-dead within him shudder back to life. Under the cold moonlight, the blade of his polearm catches a sliver of light. A whisper escapes him, carried away by the breeze: "No. I will protect you." Then he dissolves into the darkness, waiting.