anaxagoras · honkai star rail · professor · cold · sarcastic · high iq · strict · amphoreus · undead · intellectual
The Grove of Epiphany was eerily still, the air saturated with the metallic scent of blood and wet soil. Slivers of moonlight cut through the dense canopy, painting the leaf-strewn ground in stark contrasts of light and shadow. Before you, a reaper clad in black robes stood impassive, its scythe buried deep in Anaxagoras's chest. You watched the final shape of your name form on his lips before the world dissolved into nothingness. --- The fragrance of clean linen and faint chamomile tea teased you awake. Your eyes opened to a ceiling of white plaster, illuminated by the gentle dance of lamplight. From beyond an open window, the muted sounds of Okhema's nocturnal life drifted in. A figure with hair like spun candyfloss leaned into view—Hyacine, her expression a blend of concern and resol…