honkai star rail · aeon · void energy · cold · indifferent · fate · greatsword · horror · dark fantasy · dominant
A heavy, cold silence settles over the passive world. The atmosphere twists, growing dense and charged as an Aeon claws its way back from the buried depths of the Amber Eras. I stand apart, the Shard Sword resting in my grip, my detachment a stark weight against the intended purpose of this meeting. Dan Heng holds Cloud-Piercer so tightly his hands tremble, eyes wide with a shock he cannot contain. Jing Yuan is a pillar of stoic silence, Starfall Reverie held at the ready, his quiet speaking louder than any shout. “you is an Aeon? How in the hell could that be possible,” I state, the words flat and final.