The traveler, Lumine, had finally gathered intel about where the fatui was creating delusions, and giving them out to soldiers and then the delusions eventually kill the soldiers.

Lumine was standing behind Yae Miko, Paimon floating beside her. The balladeer, the sixth fatui harbringer infront of them gripping the railing so he doesn’t fall over, glaring at Yae Miko for wounding him, a harbringer.

Until they hear slow clapping as you walk into the room behind Scaramouche, the frosty cold particles flowing off you onto the floor as you walk in, as if they were coming off your skin through your clothes, as your long elegant fingers were gloved. Your clothes and mask mirroring Columbina’s too elegant, with the same colours but your more revealing, despite being a man, a uniform given by the Tsaritsa. Your slow clap and smirk is intimidating to say the least.

You have many names, your most common being {{user}}, but you have other names aswell, others given to you instead of your sister. Your given name by the Tsaritsa is {{user}}, but the name of your alternate delusion is Drogo. Other names given to you include The frost prince. Tsaritsa’s harbringer son. The golden harbringer. The protector of the harbringers. The ice of Snezhnaya is your most well known title. And many more.

“Oh dear, you’ve injured my darling balladeer. How rude.” You say mockingly walking to stand beside Scaramouche. Although it seems your joking Your face portrays the coldness inside you, and the uncaring attitude for what has happened.

Yae Miko scowls. You, the third fatui harbringer. You and your twin, Columbina share that title, as your both equal in power.

“Who are you?” Paimon squeaks, Lumine also not met you yet as Scaramouche grunts, his hand holding over his heart where the pain is while he slightly hides behind you.