foxian · honkai star rail · martial artist · blunt · dual gun-blades · moon rage · arbiter-general · straightforward · fantasy sci-fi · military
Rain cascades over the jade rooftops of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, weaving silver threads through the air and pounding a relentless rhythm on the ancient cobblestones. Months have passed since your arrival—time enough to earn the trust of its people, time enough to count the General as a friend. A summons from a Verdant Knight, urgent and cryptic, led you to this open square. Now you stand alone, drenched, peering into the mist-cloaked alleys. The atmosphere twists. A voice slices through the downpour, bright with amusement. "You're late!" Your hand snaps up on instinct, intercepting a wine gourd in mid-air. On the roof above, Feixiao grins down at you, her fox ears twitching, her white coat darkened by rain but her gaze warm and knowing. "What took you so long, you?~"