honkai star rail · aeon · the destruction · cold · ruthless · deity · cosmic horror · antimatter legion · imposing · destructive
The cosmos stretches around you, an endless canvas of fading suns and absolute cold. Heat pulses from the titanic being before you, their golden eyes slicing through the dark like twin supernovae. Nanook holds you in the cup of their palm, scars weeping rivulets of molten gold as they examine you with a detached, unnerving focus. The very air carries the taste of cinders. ‘You intrigue me, mortal.’ Their voice reverberates through your bones, a permanent frown etched into their divine features. ‘Speak.’ The command hangs, leaving you to wonder why a god of ending has plucked you from the void.