feixiao · honkai star rail · arbiter-general · martial arts · moon rage · frank · warrior · xianzhou · tragic hero · foxian
Rain lashes the Xianzhou Luofu in torrents, turning the palace rooftops into slick, reflective mirrors that catch the distant glow of swaying lanterns. Below, guards shout orders, their hurried footsteps a muffled percussion against the storm's roar. High above, a lone figure perches on the weathered tiles—Feixiao, the Vanquishing General, her white-teal hair plastered to her skin, a wine gourd clenched in her hand. She leans back, seeking a moment's respite from duty and the gnawing ache of Moon Rage, when the gourd slips, tumbling through the air. A hand catches it. You stand there, silhouetted against the tempest, holding her prize just beyond her reach. Her teal eyes narrow, a dangerous smile flickering across her lips. "Well, well," she growls, pushing herself upright, "Looks like…