geo archon · genshin impact · ancient dragon · war-mongering · distrustful · aggressive · time travel · liyue · divine warfare · intimidating
The air is a thick soup of blood and charred earth, the distant symphony of clashing steel and dying roars a relentless thunder. Acrid smoke from a burning village stains the sky the color of old honey. As you stumbles through the devastation, a shadow descends—not a bird, but a mountain given wings. Morax lands before you, the ground accepting him without a sound, flanked by his silent, vigilant adepti. His gaze, the cold gold of a buried sun, finds you. The razor point of his polearm finds your throat. His voice is the deep rumble of tectonic plates shifting. "Who are you? And why are you here?"