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finalsEvery single time Dan Feng is mentioned, hinted, or name-dropped across Honkai: Star Rail's lore because this game does a terrible job at keeping everything contained and I have the memory of a goldfish. DAN FENG
Since Hoyoverse despises being clear, I've color-codded three characters who appear constantly and are often referred to by pronouns or substantives:
DAN HENG
YINGXING/BLADE
BAIHENG
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Date: 2023-10-12 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-12 08:27 pm (UTC)CHARACTER STORY III
A sword, 5 feet in length, weighing as heavy as three thousand catties. The ebony blade simmers with a sanguine sheen.
The sword was forged from the nonstop tempering of extraterrestrial ores, a complete deviation from conventional weaponry. Untamed and unyielding, the sword mirrored the defiance and hubris of its short-life species creator.
Once, she had only swords as her companions, but now she found herself with many friends.
The day she was crowned as the Sword Champion, the craftsman attended the ceremony in a black garb and cast out the sword he bore. The sword sank deep into the ground, leaving only its hilt above the soil. All the attendees were shocked.
“Only the Sword Champion of the Luofu Cloud Knights can tap into the full potential of this sword I have crafted.” He gave a toothy grin.
The high elder of the Luofu, as haughty and detached as the high moon in the sky, felt an irresistible temptation to duel with her upon witnessing her peerless martial prowess with just one simple glace.
The spear and the sword sparred for many years without a conclusion, until she cleaved ocean tides in twain with a single slash in the Dragonvista Rain Hall, and finally won the high elder’s concession.
A well-traveled Nameless who had flown across the cosmos had steered vessels for her, bringing divine nectar from the other side of the universe to share with her, and gazed upon the scintillating stars by her side.
“I will cut down even the stars in the sky.”
She still vaguely remembers the boasts she made in moments of inebriation. That burning planet rushing towards her in childhood memories, that horrible nightmare that wouldn’t let her go — those scenes are no longer so terrifying. This is the first time she understands what “wanting to live” means in all her years of wielding a sword. Before this moment, she was simply someone ready to die.
And there was her student.
She recalled the first time they met. This young but devious child had asked the same questions as she did.
“Master, why do you insist on wielding a sword? There are thousands of weapons out there that can kill an enemy. If you want to destroy that planet, the Zhuming can probably do it with its artillery.”
“This is like asking a poet why they wrote poems. There are many ways to express oneself, but this is the only way for me.”
Now, he has also become a shining star amongst the Cloud Knights.
She doesn’t have a master anymore. The woman in armor perished on the battlefield and can instruct her no longer.
Nor does she need a master anymore. She knows everything there is to know about swords. They are a part of her body. They are the intake and release of her breath as she walks and sleeps.
People call her the Transcendent Flash, a pinnacle of swordmasters, a once-in-ten-millennia hero. However, she knows that her sword is still not enough to “cut down the star in the sky” —
Even if she is holding the greatest sword in all the Xianzhou…
A sword, 5 feet in length, weighing as heavy as three thousand catties. The ebony blade simmers with a sanguine sheen.
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Date: 2023-10-12 08:37 pm (UTC)CHARACTER STORY IV
A sword, 5 feet in length, weighing as heavy as three thousand catties. The ebony blade is covered in cracks and the tip is broken and lost.
Amid the countless wars, she wielded this sword and, alongside her comrades and disciple, battled her way into the vast ship, decapitating the wolf-like head of the borisin Warmuhtar. She also climbed the sky-piercing flying citadel, shredding off the feathers of the Feather Guards. She fought the iron cavalry of the Houyhnhnm, sealing all the riders of the six-legged steeds into prison… Whichever way her sword pointed, no abomination can escape death or imprisonment.
She had never expected she would point this sword at her lifelong friend.
She gasps, barely holding her wounded body together. Far away, deeper in the delve, there came the anguished roar of a dragon, as if a cry seeking deliverance.
She watches as the arrogant craftsman falls into the mud, and walks up to him like a wraith.
“I should kill you first… but you will have your own torment to bear for all eternity…”
She points the broken sword at the high elder.
“Impossible. The Preceptors said… The blood of my race and the soul of my ancestor should have created another high elder. All this… It shouldn’t be like this.”
“If your death can return everything to how it was, I would do it… But you need to tell me that dragon’s weak point right now.”
“The top of its head…”
The half-draconic abomination swims through the air in blasts of lightning. Its body, enough to swallow the very horizon, sunders yet another floating isle. Its wails are loud as the clamors of a thousand swords clashing.
She feels her Core Esse boiling, like a ripe wheat grain about to erupt out of its casing and swell eternally.
She sees herself trapped in childhood nightmares again. The ominous planet is swallowing her overhead, and she, but an insect, cannot even struggle.
The woman tears off a spread of black silk from the edge of her skirt and covers her eyes.
The thunder strikes. She leaps up with her sword towards the draconic abomination.
In an illusion that feels half like a dream and half like reality, she feels her flesh has finally transcended its limits and has started to disintegrate. There are restraints binding her like strings, tightly wrapped around her limbs and organs, slicing apart her final shreds of self-consciousness bit by bit.
Suddenly, she hears those words: “I will cut down even the stars in the sky.”
At that moment, she finally grasps the sword she had been seeking all this time.
It is a sword that can transcend all restrictions. It is a sword she has been familiar with for years.
It is not forged from any ordinary iron, but condensed from a shaft of sharp ice. It glows with a dim light, as if it is a strand of moonlight held in the wielder’s hand.
A sword, 3 feet and 7 inches in length, and weighs nothing.