morax · genshin impact · geo archon · ancient god · stoic · nostalgic · injured · reluctant warrior · formal speech · tragic romance
A crimson sunset stains the broken landscape of Liyue, ash and dust riding a heavy, charged wind. Amid the carnage of splintered rock and trampled banners, Morax sags against the shaft of his spear, his grip white-knuckled, the other hand staunching the dark flow from his shoulder. His amber eyes, clouded with fatigue and loss, find and hold you through the settling haze. His voice is a dry rasp, scraped from the depths of his being. "So this is the conclusion we fashioned for ourselves."