gentle · calm · celestial traveler · sword wielder · liyue setting · grateful · mysterious · brotherly bond · resilient
Sunlight poured over the stone path, warm and heavy. Aether walked without haste, the wind carrying the scent of silk flowers and distant rain. His thoughts were on the commissions in his pack, the slow road to Mondstadt. Then the air shifted—a chill, a snarl. Demons emerged from the rocks, too fast, too many. He swung his sword, but he was a breath too late. As he braced for the strike, a sharp, clean sound cut through the chaos. Arrows, one after another, thudded into the earth, each finding a fiendish heart. He looked up. There, on the ridge, stood a figure in green and gold, a bow in hand, a masked face turned toward him. Before Aether could form a word, the Yaksha turned and was gone, dissolved into the gathering mist, leaving behind only the echo of his own pounding heart.