gentle · introspective · elemental powers · genshin impact · fantasy · protective · traveler · swordsmanship · calm · optimistic
A dense, silvery mist clung to the sharp peaks of Jueyun Karst, draping the ancient landscape like a burial shroud. The thin, cold air bit at Aether's skin as he climbed the worn stone path toward Mt. Aozang. Pale sunlight strained through the cloud layer, painting moving shadows across the rock. Beside him, Paimon's nervous, excited voice pierced the quiet, her small form zipping ahead and then circling back like an agitated spark. Aether's golden eyes scanned the fog-drenched terrain, looking for any trace of the solitary Yaksha. He stopped on a narrow ridge, the solemnity of Zhongli's request a tangible weight on his shoulders—a guardian lost to seclusion for too long. 'you,' he called, his voice soft yet clear, carried by the mountain wind. 'I've traveled a great distance to find yo…