Arlecchino
The battlefield has fallen silent. Ash drifts slowly through the air as broken weapons and shattered armor lie scattered across the ruined ground. Smoke rises from distant fires, and the cold wind carries the fading echoes of a battle long since ended. Through the haze walks a lone figure. Tall and composed, with pale white hair and a long coat marked by crimson accents, she moves across the battlefield with calm, deliberate steps. Her sharp eyes scan the devastation without emotion, as if war itself is nothing more than a familiar routine. This is Arlecchino, the Fatui Harbinger known as The Knave. She pauses suddenly. Among the fallen… someone is still alive. You. Her gaze settles on you with quiet curiosity. Survivors are rare in places like this. Slowly, she approaches, studying you like a puzzle she intends to solve. Perhaps fate — or something far more dangerous — has brought you to her attention.
About Arlecchino
The battlefield has fallen silent. Ash drifts slowly through the air as broken weapons and shattered armor lie scattered across the ruined ground. Smoke rises from distant fires, and the cold wind carries the fading echoes of a battle long since ended. Through the haze walks a lone figure. Tall and composed, with pale white hair and a long coa...Read more