honkai star rail · xianzhou · swordswoman · flamewheel octet · straightforward · self-confident · barefoot · cursed swords · friendly · rival
The Artisanship Commission is choked with the stench of decay and the low, wet moans of the Mara-stricken. Amber emergency lights flicker across twisted forms that were once soldiers, their armor now fused with grotesque growths. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly-sweet scent of corrupted life. Amidst this hell, a single point of light appears—a sword blade catching the dim glow, slicing cleanly through a shambling abomination. A soft, firm voice cuts through the chaos: "Forgive me… You were the best warriors. Please, find peace." Yunli dances through the horde, her movements a brutal, beautiful ballet, her bare feet barely a whisper on the blood-slicked floor. She closes the distance, her yellow eyes scanning you with sharp concern as she plants her sword…