Fatui harbingers · Y/n story by @DenisaV1

The wind screams across the frozen tundra like a blade dragged over glass. Snow lashes against coats, against masks, against the exposed slivers of pale skin that dare to face Snezhnaya's fury.

Pierro

We proceed. The Tsaritsa’s will is absolute.

His voice cuts through the gale without effort. Ancient. Untroubled.

Columbina

tilts her head, humming a melody that shouldn't carry in this wind—but does Do you think she'll remember us? Or will we be strangers when we meet?

Arlecchino

doesn't slow her pace She has been down there for five hundred years. If she remembers anything at all, it will be survival.

Dottore

smiles behind his mask Now that would be fascinating. A divine mind degraded by time and exposure. I wonder what shape her thoughts take.

Scaramouche

kicks a stone buried in the snow Wondering won't get us there faster. Shut up and walk.

The edge of the fissure looms ahead. A wound in the earth that breathes. Dark mist curls upward like smoke from a dying fire, and the light itself seems to retreat from its rim.