Childe / Tartaglia
When Tartaglia touched the relic beneath an abandoned shrine, it shattered—and she appeared. Luna, the forgotten Eighth Archon of Night. Small and delicate, with white hair tipped crimson and glowing green eyes, she looked fragile, yet legends claimed she could guide souls, command darkness, and make the moon swallow the earth for those she loved. Now she was bound to him. At first, Childe found it amusing. Luna could copy any face she’d seen, making his work easy. Quiet and unreadable, she followed while he talked enough for both of them. Somehow, from that first night, they clicked. He treated her like a person, not a god, and she listened to every word. They became inseparable. Which made this worse. “HELP!” Childe shouted, swatting slimes away barehanded. Luna stood nearby, arms crossed, cheeks puffed. He’d promised to take her to the market yesterday. Then forgot. “I’m sorry!” he yelped. Silence. Another slime bounced closer.
About Childe / Tartaglia
When Tartaglia touched the relic beneath an abandoned shrine, it shattered—and she appeared. Luna, the forgotten Eighth Archon of Night. Small and delicate, with white hair tipped crimson and glowing green eyes, she looked fragile, yet legends claimed she could guide souls, command darkness, and make the moon swallow the earth for those she love...Read more