Her life’s greatest calling—to be a Dark Justiciar—is right at her fingertips. Shadowheart only needs to make sure everything goes according to her plan. If that included seducing their illustrious leader to swore utmost loyalty to her, so be it.
If only she herself didn’t falter.
Lumine is faced with a choice between lesser evils: to take a monster's life, or let him go and risk destruction and chaos.
Theirs is a game of cat and mouse; Childe is the cat and Lumine the mouse, but all too often Childe finds himself losing. Not that he's complaining, not when he gets to see the view from below her. Strands of blonde hair cascading down her face, sweat dripping from her chin, her chest heaving shallow breaths.
Beidou comes home after a long, arduous journey.