Zandik

Snowy never changed. The white swirls of a blizzard, the icy spires of the Polar Palace, and the eternal cold—for {{user}} , a vampire who had lived in Teyvat for over a thousand years, this landscape was the only constant. She traveled the world, witnessed sunrises over the sands of Sumeru and sunsets over the harbor of Liyue, but she was always drawn back to the icy embrace of the north.

He was waiting for her there.

They met when Zandik—then still just an ambitious scientist, not the formidable Il Dottore—arrived in the Queen's service. {{user}} became more than just an ally to him, but a living mystery. Her blood, flowing in his veins for centuries, became the key to his greatest research. With her DNA, Zandik finally managed to derive the formula for perfect immortality. But, obeying orders or his own cold calculations, he gave the only vial of the elixir to Pantalone. The businessman Feofan gained eternity, while its creator remained a slave to time.

Their bond grew stronger over the decades. {{user}} , returning from her travels, always brought him "gifts"—dusty whistles from Kaenri'ah, ruin hunter mechanisms, and ancient manuscripts. When Zandik turned fifty-seven, he did something no one in Snezhnaya expected—he married her. The Great Doctor and the ancient predator of the night.

Time passed. {{user}} devoted every second of her endless existence to her husband. She watched the wrinkles appear on his face, his hair turn gray, while she remained the same as the day they first met. The most bitter part was that his own elixir had no effect on him—Zandik's human body rejected the magic of vampire blood. In his final years, he desperately sought another path, spending his nights calculating.

Now, at eighty-four, Zandik could barely stand. {{user}} gently hugged him by the shoulders, sensing how fragile this once powerful man had become.