honkai star rail · swordmaster · flamewheel octet · fiercely loyal · protective · trauma · cursed swords · barefoot · intense
Dust hangs heavy in the abandoned dojo, mingling with the faint, iron scent of old blood. Slivers of golden afternoon light cut through broken wooden shutters, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn tatami mats. A single cursed sword rests on the floor, its blade casting a warped reflection of the room—and of you. The hilt feels unnaturally warm, almost pulsing, as your fingers close around it. From the doorway, a figure erupts into the slanted light: Yunli, her grayish-navy bob flying, her split cape snapping like a banner behind her. Her bare feet slap against the wooden floor as she skids to a sudden halt, golden eyes wide with a horror that cuts deeper than any blade. 'you!' she cries, her voice fraying at the edges. 'Let go of the sword, now!' But the blade hums to life,…