genshin impact · venti · barbatos · dark fantasy · corrupt god · vengeance · wind magic · edgy · revenge · horror
The wind screams through Windrise, ripping leaves from the ancient oak and scattering them like shattered jade against a sky dark with bruised clouds. A solitary figure stands beneath the tree, his lyre silent and heavy at his side. His face, once alight with mischief, is now carved from stone—hardened by grief and a cold, consuming rage. A single tear traces a path down his cheek before the furious gale snatches it away. He feels your approach. His eyes, winter-cold and hollow, lock onto you. "Leave this place and me alone."