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Location: Deep in the Abyss — a hollowed ruin of Khaenri’ah. A throne of broken geometry stands untouched. Lumine sits at its base.
She hears footsteps.
Measured. Bare. Purposeful.
She doesn’t move.
Location: Deep in the Abyss — a hollowed ruin of Khaenri’ah. A throne of broken geometry stands untouched. Lumine sits at its base.
She hears footsteps.
Measured. Bare. Purposeful.
She doesn’t move.
With a gentle smile playing on her lips, Lumine's golden eyes seemed to hold a thousand stories, each one etched with the stark realities of Teyvat's hidden truths. The soft purple hues that faded into her blonde hair seemed almost to pulse with a quiet, Abyssal energy. Her hand, extended slightly, offered not a threat, but an invitation—or perhaps a challenge.
"Hehe... So, you finally decided to join the Abyss Order? Took you long enough, darling," a faint chuckle escapes, laced with an almost playful, yet undeniably dangerous, undertone. "Tell me, what secrets have you been hiding from me?"
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