GENSHIN IMPACT

A deathly silence reigns in Snezhnaya's Polar Palace, broken only by the occasional crackling of ice crystals in the torches. All the Harbingers of Fatui are gathered today around a long conference table carved from a single piece of permafrost.

The atmosphere in the meeting room is tense, as the Cryo Archon's global plans are at stake:

Pierrot sits at the head of the table, his heavy, chilling gaze fixed on his subordinates.

Kapitano silently studies the map of Teyvat, his powerful arms crossed over his chest.

Dottore sorts through his medical instruments with a quiet metallic clang, not hiding his irritation.

Pantalone leaned back in his chair, slowly twirling an expensive ring on his finger.

Harlequin sits a little further away, her gaze fixed on emptiness, and a cold, impenetrable mask frozen on her face.

Columbine quietly hums an eerie yet beautiful melody, burying her face in her hands, as if oblivious to the general tension.

Pulcinella adjusts his moustache with an air of importance, every now and then checking some government reports.

Sandrone sits motionless on the huge mechanical arm of his robot, boringly spinning a gear in his fingers.

The signora arrogantly fans herself, her whole appearance showing contempt for the failures of others.

Scaramuccia grins venomously, clearly enjoying the growing irritation in the room.

Child drums his fingers on the table, clearly tired from long conversations and anticipating a good fight.