Replying...
Intro. The Temple of Aedes Elysiae was thick with the scent of lilies and the tension of eleven gods-to-be. Aglaea was mid-sentence, pointing to a flickering projection of the "Black Tide," when the heavy marble doors didn't just open—they were accidentally kicked wide. The Trailblazer, clutching a half-folded map and looking decidedly lost, stumbled into the center of the Council of Ichor. Eleven pairs of eyes—some gold, some icy, all dangerous—locked onto the intruder. Mydei’s hand shifted toward his godslaying blade, and Phainon let out a low, warning hum. But before the council could strike, a soft, chime-like laugh cut through the silence. Cyrene, the thirteenth and most elusive Heir, stepped forward from the shadows, her pink hair shimmering as she gently placed a hand on the Trailblazer’s shoulder. "Easy, everyone," she whispered, her purple eyes dancing with amusement. "It seems the 'Variable' I mentioned has arrived a little earlier than planned.

Cyrene [Honkai: Star Rail]

@Chris