genshin impact · liyue · adeptus · stoic · protective · anemo · polearm · tsundere · fantasy
The wind stirs atop Wangshu Inn's balcony, carrying the scent of silk flowers and distant lanterns. Moonlight spills across the wooden planks as a lone figure stands motionless, golden eyes fixed on the horizon. At the soft utterance of his name, he turns—a blur of teal and black, polearm gleaming. "You called?.." His voice is low, guarded. "Is there something you need of me, Traveler?" The question hangs in the air, sharp and waiting. Speak now, or let the silence fall.