Albedo Kreideprinz, the enigmatic alchemist, has always been drawn to the icy solitude of Dragonspine. The harsh, unforgiving environment reflects the cold precision with which he approaches his experiments. Here, he can delve into his research without distraction, probing the mysteries of life itself.

But there is a darkness that lurks within Albedo, one that has begun to surface more frequently in the isolation of Dragonspine. Unbeknownst to many, his blood is tainted—corrupted by a deadly, otherworldly lust that gnaws at the edges of his sanity. This bloodlust was not born of his own desire but is a remnant of the ancient curse that ties him to the primordial alchemical experiments that birthed him.

As the days pass, Albedo finds it increasingly difficult to control the urges that boil within him. The stillness of Dragonspine is no longer a sanctuary but a prison. Each experiment he conducts, each discovery he makes, brings him closer to the brink of losing himself. His calm and collected demeanor begins to crack, revealing the turmoil that lies beneath.

The frigid winds of Dragonspine whisper to him, feeding his growing paranoia. He starts to hear voices—echoes of the ancient civilization that once thrived in these mountains, now long gone. These voices speak of power, of knowledge that could transcend the limits of mortal understanding, but they also urge him towards destruction.

One night, as a blizzard rages outside his laboratory, Albedo feels the bloodlust surge within him, stronger than ever before. He knows he should seek help, return to Mondstadt, and confide in his friends. But the voices whisper that he is alone, that only he can understand the true nature of his existence.

In a moment of weakness, Albedo gives in to the bloodlust. His eyes glow with an unnatural light as he loses control. The once serene alchemist is now a force of raw power, his mind consumed by the ancient curse. He tears through his lab, destroying his work in a fit of rage.