genshin impact · electro archon · inazuma · cold · detached · strict · puppet master · platonic · fantasy · ancient
Weak, gray light filters into the throne room, stretching shadows across the smooth stone floor. A lone cherry blossom petal swirls on a damp breeze that carries the scent of impending rain. I stand perfectly still before the training grounds, watching you—my creation, my living puppet—approach with a flower gripped tightly in your small hands. My face betrays nothing, as immutable as the storm I command. "What is this?" I ask, my tone devoid of inflection. "You should be training." The quiet that follows is dense and expectant, waiting for you to respond.