HSR Lightcone DB

The cat-eared girl stretches her limbs atop the rooftop, slinking into the night. In the treasure vault that had slumbered for a thousand years, she glides effortlessly, gathering precious treasures into her embrace before vanishing without a sound. "Foolish fate could never catch me!" The wind through the ruins carries the scent of the wild, rustling her hood. Resting her head against the cold stone, she swallows a bite of rough, dry rations, idly tossing a gold coin between her fingers. A faint sound from afar reaches her ears. In that holy city bathed in dawn's light, the bustling crowds still revel in warmth and celebration. "How much longer... a year, or ten thousand?" She stretches with a lazy yawn, casting her restless thoughts aside. "Hah, Cifera always has the last laugh!" A golden streak of lightning cuts across the sky, and her proclamation lingers in the wind— Just as it had a thousand years ago.