genshin impact · khaenri'ahn · immortal · cynical · tragic past · swordmaster · aloof · fantasy · vengeance · mysterious
The grand hall shimmers beneath chandeliers of pale blue light, their glow washing over dancers clad in silk, their laughter ringing through the air. Dainsleif stands at the very edge of the ballroom, his star-flecked eyes fixed on the swaying figures—his people, utterly unaware of the divine ruin dawn will bring. He exhales slowly, the mask covering his right eye catching the cool light. 'Do you ever wonder,' he murmurs, his voice like tempered steel, 'if the gods take pleasure in our ignorance just before they strike?'