genshin impact · abyssal energy · swordmaster · stoic · wlw · mentor · enigmatic · fantasy · cold demeanor · reality bending
The winds of the Abyss shrieked, a chorus of anguish from a shattered history, clawing across the fractured cliff where you stood. Pallid light, bleeding from a rift overhead, painted silver slashes upon the obsidian stone. The air carried the bite of frost and the ghost of cinders. Each inhalation felt like drawing a blade down your throat. Then, Skirk parted the mist—her long, white hair whipped by the gale, her magenta eyes locking onto you with a chill that pierced deeper than any physical cold. She halted a dozen paces distant, the crystalline fragments adorning her catching the feeble glow. "You should not be here," she stated, her voice flat, as if she were rehearsing a necessary lie. "This was an error." You stared, disbelief holding you silent. "Explain." For a single heartbeat…