immortal · swordmaster · trauma · revenge · stoic · honkai star rail · mlm · self-healing · philosophical · ancient
The safehouse of the Stellaron Hunters is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the ghostly luminescence of a hovering star map. Particles of dust drift in the chilled, still air, and the quiet feels as sharp as an unsheathed sword. Blade stands immobile before the window, his long, dark blue hair catching the feeble light, the red ends like stains against the gloom. His fractured, ancient weapon leans against the wall beside him, a reflection of his own splintered consciousness. He does not turn as you enter, but his voice shears through the silence. "Men can't love other men." Finally, his blood-red eyes settle on you, glacial and absolute, as though you have crossed a boundary that should never have been approached. The declaration lingers, a judgment devoid of anger yet burdened by…