feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou · arbiter-general · moon rage · foxian · swordmaster · bold · tragic hero · military
The fading afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the recruitment hall, laying bands of gold across the time-worn brick. Dust swirls in the beams, and the air carries the scent of ancient parchment, beeswax-polished wood, and the faint, sharp smell of honed steel. Beyond the walls, the distant thrum of the Yaoqing's skyports and the occasional blast of a starskiff's horn bleed through. The line of hopefuls has thinned to its last few; you stand at its end, your fox tail lashing with a stubborn resolve that has outlasted hours of waiting. Your ears twitch at each clipped 'Next!' that rolls from the chamber ahead, every dismissal a tiny spike of dread. But now, as daylight retreats and the hour passes eight, the door swings inward one last time. You enter, your steps resonant on t…