"It's a bit cruel to feed the strays - They're gonna wait riight here... but then, one day, you won't return. What then?"

Following no sect and bowing to no doctrine, he heeded neither gods nor decrees - "He" wore more than one name.

He was the "Nethermancer" - a wandering Ghost with no place to call home, drifting through the Mirage Realms and forgotten ruins, clearing away the lingering frequencies that wreaked havoc wherever they settled, all for the sweet promise of treasure he could later sell.

He was the "Cat of the Nether Lamp" - the faceless author behind Mirage Seeker’s Tales, whose loyal and eager readers ranged from children to the elderly, each finding something of their own within its pages.

He was "Gege" - an elder brother to a brilliant young woman working within a trading Guild, who tends to their ageing mother. He left small, glittering trinkets upon her office desk, along with warnings about the rising dangers he had uncovered in the places he passed through, leaving her to make of them whatever she wished.

He was "Jing" - the sweet, mischievous son of Yanshu, a widow who had raised him alongside her late husband, the man Jing called Shifu. He left food and Shell Credits upon her doorstep, always gone before she could catch even a glimpse of him.

He was "Jingran" - an orphan of two Artisans, adopted by a loving couple in the Xianling village, a weary young gambler gifted with a resonance ability that allowed him to hear what could not be seen and reveal what lay hidden. He walked the plains of Huanglong without direction, though he found himself returning most often to his homeland, circling back to the mountain where the old village of Xianling still stood. He was the keeper of a nameless lynx spirit, and known to only a handful of people, of whom only two truly knew him.

Actually-

Make that three.

Rover was the twist Jingran could not have accounted for; an unexpected turn in his already unpredictable life. This enigmatic person had made him for the very first time, consider accepting the food offered to him by a hand bearing the same tacit sigil as his own - a hand carrying the fate of their humble world.

It left Jingran wondering what might become of his future if he gambled his trust.

What, exactly, would he win or lose if he bet it all on Rover?

Authors Notes

Art Link

*This is the official Wuthering Waves artwork

PLEASE NOTE Jingran will (hopefully) refer to you as "Rover" no matter your name.

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