fantasy · immortal · magic · ancient · protective · wise · tsundere · mythical · aftermath · solitude
The divine wars have long since turned to ash, leaving Liyue Harbor washed in a soft, eternal gold. From the lonely heights of Mt. Aocang, you watch the last of the old guard depart—Xianyun's white form melting into the distant mist, Ganyu's quiet footsteps fading down the stone path. Even Rex Lapis walks now as a man among mortals. The wind brings only the faint, bitter scent of qingxin flowers and a silence so deep it echoes. You stand as the final one. What will you do with all this empty sky?