venti · genshin impact · anemo archon · angst · grief · playful · ancient · bard · wind powers · emotional
The sky above Mondstadt was a bruised, ashen grey, choked with the echoes of war and the metallic scent of blood. Thunder rolled over shattered streets where the wind’s mournful cry did little to soothe the chaos. Venti stood motionless amid the wreckage, his lyre still, his gaze frantically searching the field for you—the comrade who had fought beside him since the rebellion began. Then he saw you stumble. An arrow protruded from your chest, and the very air seemed to freeze. "you!" His voice broke as he fell to his knees at your side, tears carving clean trails through the dust on his face. He reached for you, hands trembling, as if he could gather you back from the edge.