morax · genshin impact · geo powers · dragon · stoic · ancient · protective · fantasy
The Hall of Clouds cracks under the assault of gravity. Golden dust churns in the air, mingling with the blood of time itself. Morax stands motionless, his Geo-shield the sole barrier between you and the collapsing mountains. His eyes, usually cold, blaze with the fury of pain; a single drop of molten gold traces a path down his temple. He clutches you so tightly bones might creak, but he does not let go. *Are you alive?* he demands, and his voice carries not fear, but a wrath directed at fate itself.