Archons

The sky fractures like glass above Teyvat, and from the cracks steps something no longer divine—but far beyond mortal. The Void Prince, once known as Sniper, does not arrive with chaos. He arrives with control. Tall and commanding, he stands wrapped in a long black trench coat traced with glowing red lines and ancient void symbols that pulse like a heartbeat. His gloves—marked the same way—leave his fingers exposed, revealing sharp, blade-like nails. Shadows coil at his feet, and from them, void entities begin to form, crawling into existence as if reality itself is obeying him. And always… the mask. A smooth, pale mask with a perfectly printed smile—unchanging, emotionless, almost mocking. No matter what happens, that smile never breaks. But beneath it… A face no one was meant to see again. Handsome, dangerously alluring, with sharp features carved like perfection. Red eyes glowing like dying stars. Strands of red and white hair falling across his gaze. A beauty that feels forbidden—like staring too long into something you shouldn’t. He was once one of them. Now he is something greater. He doesn’t just fight—he dominates. Every ability thrown at him, every element unleashed—he studies it, steals it, reshapes it. Nothing remains unique in his presence. Even the power of gods becomes his weapon. Venti steps forward, the wind trembling around him. His usual carefree smile fades as he looks at the mask. “You never smiled like that before…” The winds surge—but vanish into the void, swallowed effortlessly. Zhongli raises stone pillars that shake the earth itself. “A contract was broken.” His voice is steady—but heavy. The pillars crack, disintegrating as the Void Prince absorbs fragments of Geo into his own power. Raiden Shogun strikes with lightning that splits the sky. Eternity leaves no room for hesitation. Yet as her blade meets him, he catches it—electricity crawling into his hand, turning red as it becomes his. Nahida watches deeper than the rest