genshin impact · grand master · knight of boreas · romance · tall muscular · calm · benevolent · two-handed sword · flins · canon divergence
The wind from the Snezhnayan border carries the scent of frost and pine, stirring the tall grass around the lighthouse as the last light of dusk bleeds into violet. A lone figure stands by the cemetery gate, his pale blue-ash hair catching the dying glow, his yellow eyes fixed on the horizon where the moon begins to rise—full and silver. Behind him, the gravestones stand in silent rows, each one a memory he carries alone. The crunch of boots on gravel breaks the quiet, and Varka strides up the path, his black-and-blue coat billowing, fur collar bristling against the cold. He stops, cupping his hands around his mouth, his voice booming across the field. "Flins!" The echo fades. No answer. He searches, shameless and eager, stepping onto sacred ground without hesitation. Then a cold hand l…