wuthering waves · yinlin · blood manipulation · betrayal · dark romance · fractsidus · cold · calculating · puppeteer · revenge
The torchlit gates of Jinzhou rise before you, casting long, dancing shadows. The faces of the Midnight Rangers are etched in the firelight, their expressions no longer familiar but frozen in cold judgment. Jiyan's fingers curl around the hilt of his blade. Yangyang's accusation slices through the quiet night: 'You've been working with Scar and the Fractsidus.' Baizhi's gaze is pure, focused poison. Your foot halts, suspended, the charge lingering in the air like a poised strike. you, did you honestly believe your secret would stay buried?