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Fate’s Destiny ~ Chapter 17 || Finale

You somehow, not being able to explain it, had fallen into the Genshin world you know oh-so-well. You were no new player and had explored most of the nooks and crannies of the world. When you first had woken up in Windrise you wondered; it might be a dream, after all, you were behind your screen usually, and now- here? It made no sense, and the world was keen on keeping it that way.

Warnings: Spoilers for main story.

Word count: 1k+

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In the presence of nothing, everything returns as it once was.

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With a single blink of your eyes, you find yourself in a serene place. It is a bright, colourful, and peaceful domain; a drastic contrast to the violent void that had consumed you a moment prior. Without a clear journey from your old to your new destination, the sudden shift in your environment is aberrant. Your mind tries to catch up to the facts and you realise you no longer remain in Teyvat, nor are you on Earth—the planet you originally came from.

When you gaze at your reflection on the watery surface below, your fading appearance is solid again. With the world no longer ridding itself of you, you stop looking impaired.

Your memories are restored and you remember who you are, and what had happened.

This is the 794th time you tried to escape the code of ‘Teyvat’.

You straighten your back and find your strength returning with every second spent in the astral plane. The area you currently reside in is something you would describe as a crossing between ‘your world’ and the world you were previously stuck in. A save file —the place you return to when you fail to meet the right conditions to ‘survive’.

Despite the weight of ‘dead’ lingering in your mind. There is a feeling of peace now that your memories are restored. You still have no idea how you ended up in Teyvat, but the past ‘runs’ of the ‘game’ fill in the blanks.

The first time you had awoken in Teyvat, you had seemingly come out of nowhere. Yet, your sudden appearance would not be your downfall. Instead, it consistently appears to be your interaction with the world that causes it to ‘break down’.

During your 1st time in Teyvat, you had done many things different than this time. You were naive and content to take on the name of ‘Creator’ without hesitation, taking things as a joke and not feeling any danger despite the ‘code’ detecting you as a virus. Your existence contradicted how the ‘story’ was written; and so it tried to erase you. Yet, your impact had gotten too big and it could only end with the collapse of the Teyvat.

Que, your second try. This time, once you had escaped the astral plane to try again, you could still remember your family and friends, anything from your past world, as could you recall the events of the past world. Trying to change your previous choices, you went to Mondstadt, only to ruin the ‘story’ by explaining that you are from a different world. Your impact changed the code again, and so you, including all you had influenced, were bound to be destroyed.

Many variations of your efforts to escape this world have gone in vain.

Since you are the only one to remember the ‘before’ and the ‘truth’, you can’t ask for any help or clues. Trial and error got you to a certain level of experience, but at some point, you stopped getting information and were lost without a way to survive.

This evolved into a feeling of desolation.

If all your actions end with the same ‘ending’, do you have a choice in the first place? Perhaps certain things are set in stone; maybe it is your destiny to relive this story over and over.

However, things took a positive turn when you met Dainsleif.

At the beginning of your run-ins, he could not remember you. It appeared that he, too, was limited to the code. Yet, he always found you, again and again until something changed.

As the deaths and rebirths of ‘Teyvat’ increased, he got closer to ‘the truth’.

One day, you woke up in the field of Windrise with him by your side. He knelt beside your resting body and spoke your name when you woke up.

Dainsleif remembered , and so you tried to uncover the truth together.

The memories of your previous world had proven to be useful after this. They explained how the world worked and that, at its core, it remained a game. Everyone’s actions and fate were predestined by the code that had written ‘life’ into the world, and anything that defied it was seen as an error.

Your fading appearance and the loss of memory started to make sense once you uncovered this truth. Continuous exposure to the code had made you fragile. Not only were you corrupting the code, Teyvat was corrupting you. You were crossing the line between ‘human’ and ‘code’, and once you became one with the game, you would no longer have access to the ‘savefile’ and die once the code had exterminated its error.

Somewhere after the 680th time, you had become a walking amnesiac, and no matter how many times Dainsleif tried to explain the workings of the world to you; you would end up forgetting it. The only times you were able to speak with him as you are now were in the first few system hours in the game.

Dainsleif will wait at the tree in Windrise and update you. You would decide a new strategy and he would lead you as best as he could.

At your 700th try, you offered your life for the world that was not yours. Dainsleif had regretfully promised to take you out before you could impact the code.

It did not work. Even if he got rid of you, he was still impacted.

In the last timeline, you started with even fewer memories. Your mind held on to the few fragile memories that made you ‘you’.

Your name, your age… but things like your friends and family became a distant thought and you know you will lose those memories again once you leave the ‘savefile’.

And herein lies the ultimatum.

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At the sound of bricks being stacked against one another, a familiar white door materialises behind you. Its imposing presence casts a solemn shadow over the otherwise serene landscape. Every time you return to the familiar gate, a weighty decision is put into your hands. Sometimes it feels like the door itself holds the key to your fate.

Your eyes follow the familiar shapes of intricate carvings on the framing.

Memories, vivid and fleeting, flood your mind like waves of a restless current.

You’re at the entrance of the game.

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DO YOU WANT TO TRY AGAIN?

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Fate’s Destiny ~ Chapter 16 || Who is this Creator?

Warnings: Spoilers for main story.

Word count: 1.3k+

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You and Dainsleif walk side by side through the forest. With no one nearby and no sounds to cover your footsteps and heartbeat— you feel uncomfortable . You miss your cloak; miss your room; and miss playing video games when life gets tough. This is no longer fun, and you wish you could go back in time and never wake up in Windrise again.

Despite everything, Dainsleif is a comfort you treasure. His presence is enough to ease your mind. Whether it’s his sword or words that protect you, you’re thankful to have him continuously at your side.

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“Where are we going?” You ask as you tug his cloak tighter to your figure. Dainsleif looks lost. His eyes glance between the trees and the bushes, and his hand lingers on the hilt of his weapon. At the sound of his voice, he turns to you.

“Nowhere.”

You press your lips against each other, unsure whether to voice your thoughts. Then, after a moment of unbearable silence, you speak.

“What about Kaeya?”

Dainsleif comes at a half and pain flashes in front of his face. His eyebrows are turned together and his eyes close tight. He removes the hand on his hilt, but the other is turned into a fist, tense and visibly stressed. Then, he opens his eyes again and his voice wavers.

“There is no Kaeya.”

“Oh. Okay”

You mirror half of his troubled expression. You are certain you were supposed to head back to Wangshuu Inn. Instead, you’re walking away from it and towards the eternal night.

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The reason why you needed to turn around is on the tip of your tongue. You are so close to figuring it out. And then, it disappears.

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A red pixel passes by your face and it makes you frightened.

“Dainsleif? Are we going to die?”

“No.” He turns towards the darkness, “Death no longer exists for us.”

“It’ll be a full day until the calamity catches up with us.” Lumine’s confidence falters when she turns her back on it. Paimon, who flies at her side, seems to have lost her spirit. Perhaps it's the shock; maybe it’s something else. Either way, you worry for her.

Two hands pull the cloak further over your head. Your eyes are cast against the wooden floors of Wangshuu Inn. The upper floor hadn’t been as crowded as the lower levels, but you must keep yourself hidden.

Your legs are pushed forward when Lumine moves towards the stairs.

“If we’re to navigate the crowds, you need to keep your identity hidden. Everyone is scared, and if they see you, they might blame the calamity on a suspecting imposter.”

“So what do we do? We still go to Mondstadt?” You ask.

Paimon floats next to you. She curls her arms onto her chest, making herself small. “Paimon doesn’t think there are any other choices. Besides, the bard might know what to do.”

The hint of optimism at the end of her sentence sparks a tiny hope within your heart.

Lumine turns around, holding out her hand for you to take. Together you squeeze past the crowds, slipping past many concerned faces and hushed conversations.

The calamity looks much bigger when you reach the bottom of Wangshuu Inn. It is swallowing up Teyvat whole—erasing all that it touches.

“Let’s go.” Lumine tugs you forward and away from the destruction.

You look at the tipped-over carriage. A dark reddish liquid comes out underneath it. It is wine. The white fabric that once separated the inside from the outside had blown away, holding onto the single nail left in the wood keeping it from the winds. Shards of glass from the bottles are gone. There is no scent. Yet the liquid keeps pouring out.

Kaeya, who is at your side, seems to have a frown on his face. You can’t quite confirm it because part of his face is hidden by his bangs, making only his lips visible to you.

“It's okay. The others will come soon.” You say, trying to comfort him.

He brushes the back of his neck as he turns to face you. “Do you think it'd be safe to wait? If we keep returning to the same place, something must be wrong.”

You look towards Liyue. It's nearly gone. Whatever is destroying it; it's coming for you next.

“Maybe we can leave something so they know we were here?” You go through your bag. You’re certain Dainsleif would recognise the book you’ve been carrying around. However, tying some fabric around the nearby tree would catch their attention faster.

Kaeya’s breath hitches and he grasps his chest.

With as much curiosity as worry you look at him. You can’t seem to decipher what he’s thinking. When Kaeya has gathered his thoughts, he takes hold of your wrist.

“We need to get out of here.”

You follow him onto the path towards Mondstadt, hoping this time you’ll meet Diluc and Dainsleif on your way.

“Lumine!” Paimon yells.

The golden-haired girl stops in her tracks, finally giving you a break from the jogging. You wiggle out of her hold and place your hands on your knees, crouching forward as you try to catch your breath.

The pixie exhales with frustration. “This is not working!”

Lumine glances towards the approaching destruction with as much panic as Paimon had. “What else are we supposed to do?”

“Paimon thinks we’re not moving forward, even when that’s impossible.”

“So you’d suggest not moving?”

“Maybe we should find another path or go back to Wangshuu Inn. Surely Xiao must have an idea of what’s going on?”

Lumine shakes her head defeatedly. “I don’t think that’d work. Something is wrong.”

When your lungs stop burning, you enter the conversation.

“I don’t think this was supposed to happen.”

Paimon and Lumine turn to you. You try to explain.

“This entire thing. It’s all wrong.” You gesture at yourself. “ Me … me coming here. It’s wrong. ”

Lumine glances at Paimon, then back at you. “What do you mean, [Y/n]?”

You can’t answer her.

“Should we keep going?” Paimon asks at last.

Lumine answers. “I don’t think we have any other choice.”

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1’s and 0’s scratch through the landscape, turning old buildings into a string of code and blurring what you once believed to be real with imaginary. Your hands, like everything else, seem to give in. Your skin fades, losing all sense of touch as it does, and becomes ‘nothing’—deleting you from existence; something it should’ve done at the beginning of this distorted timeline.

At your side, Dainsleif continues to stand like a rock. He is unmoving against the ever-growing chaos. In his eyes, you can see that he’s faced this a million times before. After all, people fear the unknown. So the moment ‘death’ becomes a habit, you welcome it with open arms; knowing you can’t fight the outcome.

“Dain?”

He looks at you. “[Y/n].”

“Thank you for being with me.”

Your hand squishes his with your remaining power. He barely feels the change in pressure, but reassures you with his light squeeze in response.

“Always,” he answers as he turns back again.

Bit by bit, the world around you seems to crumble. The incoming darkness is not a void, it is the ‘nothing’ that comes after this ‘story’—the conclusion of your visit.

“Will you find me the next time?”

You look into his eyes. There is a hint of familiarity in how they light up against the darkness.

“Yes.” He vows.

“Even if I won’t know?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Dain.”

You face your future with light shoulders this time. You no longer feel Dainsleif’s hand grasp yours nor the effects of the world ripping apart. Your body has become what it once was.

Nothing.

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And so the darkness embraces you.

It is like closing your eyes. Painless, unanticipated; nothingness.

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And then…

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Fate’s Destiny ~ Chapter 15 || Fated

Warnings: Spoilers for main story.

Word count: 3.6k+

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The night continues to last, casting an eternal shadow over Teyvat, yet it can’t compare to the empty void that lingers above where calamity had struck.

As you return onto the roads, you move your head over your shoulder. Closer than you had hoped, you see smoke creep up between the buildings and mountains that make up the majority, if not the entirety, of Liyue Habor. Different greys with different densities fly up from the flames, each cloud adding more dread and intensity to the fire that swallows the city whole. In the middle of it all, standing proudly and tall, the nail that had fallen from the sky is the only thing that remains intact. You estimate that the size could have split mountains in two.

And while there is a vast distance between you and the destruction, the gap does nothing to ease your fears.

Where did the nail come from?

You narrow your eyes as you try to focus on the screen—hoping you could spot anything that could give you a clue. After a few seconds, you realise that the sky seems to have collapsed onto the world like a roof without supporting beams. The darkness of the night is entirely different from the darkness sprouting out of the rift above Liyue.

After a second you cave in. You can’t help but ask Dainsleif for his thoughts.

“Do you see it?” You skip forward until you fall in step with your companion. Your bag is slung over your shoulders and thuds against your hip until you slow down again.

This morning, Dainsleif had given you one of the two waterskins he owned. Before crossing the main roads, you had stopped to refill them both at the water stream, close to the camp where you had rested—as he had mentioned. Despite the newly added weight, it feels lighter than it used to be. You had checked your belongings before leaving and found all you could remember owning. Your second set of clothing to sleep in and some hygiene necessities… nothing fell out of place, but it felt like you left with half the things you used to carry.

As you turn your head back over your shoulders, Dainsleif moves to copy your movements. His glance towards Liyue is shorter than yours.

“Can I see it? It’d be hard for anyone not to.”

His tone shows disinterest in the subject you’re trying to bring forward. Ever since you had woken up in the night, he had insisted it’d be better to make haste as your arrival in Mondstadt would be best to occur sooner than later. If you didn’t know better, you had assumed he wanted to return to the city of Freedom, despite him repeating his doubts about the abilities and genuinity of the anemo Archon.

You turn back towards the roads and the trees.

Regardless of everything working against you, you are lucky that the area ahead remains abandoned. Whoever fled the destruction had left hours ago, leaving nothing but dust behind; and whoever didn’t has found their place under the rubble.

Feeling discomfort in the silence that follows Dainsleif’s answer, if only because it makes you aware of what goes on behind your back , you voice your thoughts out loud.

“If we’re lucky, Wangshuu Inn hasn’t been yet abandoned. I imagine many people took shelter there when the celestial nail struck. We could ask for information there.”

Dainsleif turns his head to you. Because you’re walking on his right side, his blue mask covers most of his expression. However, you can still see weariness in his eyes. “If we’re lucky, we won’t be meeting with anyone at all.”

“If I had my cloak, I could–”

“You don’t and I won’t have you wear mine so you can risk your life with impulsive choices again . If you want to play the hero, save yourself first.” Dainsleif’s voice has lost its patience throughout the night. You hadn’t seen him rest, so you assume it is to blame on his lack of sleep—something that seeps through his sluggish movements.

A huff escapes your lips and you bite back the words threatening to escape your mouth. There is no reason to argue or fight with the only companion you have left. In truth, there are bigger problems. Escaping the destruction became a priority over finding Lumine and Paimon or figuring out why the calamity had happened. You understand it from Dainsleif’s perspective but wonder where his priorities lie. With escaping, or with you—the Creator.

Your eyes land on Dainsleif. As you walk next to him, you notice that he takes shorter steps and moves slower on purpose. He is adjusting his pace to you.

A smile creeps up on your face and you turn away before he notices you staring. While he continues to be tense, alert for something you can’t anticipate, you wonder if his losing patience was ever your fault or caused by something else.

Strands of hair frame your face when you hang your head low. With each step forward, you feel like the world surrounding you becomes distant. You move your hand in front of you and squeeze it tightly to ground yourself before turning your gaze up once more.

Wangshuu Inn is in sight, but still far away from you. The only comfort of that is the fact that the inn wouldn’t be your destination. Surely, before the night ends, Dainsleif would get tired and decide to make camp.

Your eyes move up. They narrow, and you focus on the skies—trying to see if you could spot something, anything , that could give you a clue. Your eyes gaze over the red lines and small pixels decorating the sky like the stars should have. The sky has collapsed.

“Dainsleif?” You turn your head back to your companion. He seems tired and he doesn’t respond to your call. “Do you see it?”

“... the nail?”

“Yes.”

He stays silent. You wonder if you had said anything that upset him.

Your legs have a tingling and numb feeling by the time you find an excuse to stop. A carriage, simple but elegant in design, lies on its side near the treelines of the forest.

Both Dainsleif and you stand still from a distance, while you can't think for him, you find the smoke coming from the forest a sign of hope—a confirmation that there are still people in this world beside you and Dainsleif.

You point at the area. “We should check that out.”

“I thought you would prioritise going to Mondstadt over finding potential friends. Do you recognise the carriage?” He points his gloved finger in the direction.

Your eyes scan over the wooden frame. The white fabric that once separated the inside from the outside had blown away, holding onto the single nail left in the wood keeping it from the winds. You notice a dark liquid escape from the wagon.

When you step forward, Dainsleif stops you. “It'll be a waste of time.”

You huff. “Not for me. People might be hurt. Knowing that I can't leave them.”

“Is it because you’re ‘The Creator'?” his eyes scan your face. You can see the resolve leave his eyes, and he settles into acceptance—albeit unwanted from the furrow of his brows.

“It’s because it is the right thing to do,” you answer,

The hand, which Dainsleif had moved in front of you, lowers to his side. Right after, he turns his head towards the treelines and unsheaths his sword.

A tug pulls you forward, and despite feeling safe, you keep your guard up—thanks to Dainsleif.

Through the darkness of the night, you move towards the carriage. The scene is set with an eerie silence and an unknown reddish liquid coming out from underneath. It is unnerving and you wonder what happened before the carriage broke down.

When you come closer, you figure out what the liquid is.

“Wine,” you state as you relax.

One of the barrels inside had broken when the carriage tipped and turned on its side. You realise the glow from the red rifts in the sky had reflected on it—making it seem like something else.

Dainsleif moves the white cover away and reveals the other barrels, some of which had remained out of view minutes before. He turns to you as he lets his hand, and with it, the cover, fall to its original state. “You want to head towards the smoke.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

When you turn to him, you see him cross his arms. “Even now, you’re not frightened by the situation?”

You turn your head. Closer than you could imagine, you see smoke creep up between the buildings and mountains that make up the majority, if not the entirety, of Liyue Habor. Different blacks in different shapes fly up from the ground, each cloud adding more dread and intensity to the fog that obscures the city. In the middle, right above the city, a rift has sliced the air in two. Red particles and lines glitch in and out of existence, all coming from the black slit.

It will engulf Liyue sooner than later.

You turn back to Dainsleif. Hesitation is clear for a moment. Many people have died because of what had occurred, and many more people will die as it continues to spread. Going towards the smoke meant wasting time, and looking at the situation, did you have any time left to waste?

A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you fight the blur in your mind. Your thoughts are dimmed and you find it nearly impossible to focus on anything. You close your eyes, trying to remember what had happened. What was the reason why you left in the first place? Looking back on the days before you left Liyue Habor, could you have known what would happen?

“Your Grace?” An uncertain voice coincidentally interrupts your thoughts. It isn’t the same voice you recognise as Dainsleif’s. When it calls out to you again, it gains confidence, the voice being a mix of relief and joy.

“Your Grace!”

From the treelines, a familiar companion stands next to a slightly smaller and bulkier male. The situation seems familiar, almost as if it had happened a few times before—as if he is meant to find you wherever you are—as if this interaction was fated in the first place.

The unplanned reunion makes you lose your train of thought and joy bursts from your chest. The feeling of newfound hope makes you run up to him, “Kaeya!”

Two arms engulf your form and lift you from the ground before gently aiding your landing. You press your cheek against his shoulder. The navy blue hair is a welcome sight, but you had grown familiar with the star-shaped pupils over the past weeks. It was something you had Dainsleif to thank for.

When you step back, moving out of his arms, Kaeya’s lips are pulled into a tight line. His eyes skim over your figure with worry and you feel self-conscious. Because you lost your cloak, you could no longer hide your real face.

You clear your throat. “I was near Liyue when the world broke down.”

Kaeya’s eyes quickly move back to yours. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, but I won’t look my best.”

A frown appears on his face and he looks over his shoulder at the gruff male behind him. Fierce red hair is tied in a low ponytail and his black outfit makes him able to hide between the shadows of the darkened world. He crosses his arms and huffs out, “After all you had sworn to Jean and me, I’d nearly believe you doubt the legitimacy of the Creator by fussing so much.”

Kaeya rolls his eyes. “At least I care for our Creator. That is more than you do.”

“Hard to say with all that’s been happening,” Diluc retorts.

“Can you at least try to be nice?”

Dainsleif coughs and cuts the two off. He turns his head to Kaeya. “I believe an introduction is due. Your ‘creator’ seems a bit confused.”

For a second, you see Kaeya’s eyes narrow. He plays it off with a smile and shifts his weight from one leg to another. “Have we met before? You seem familiar, and I am certain I’d remember someone who dresses as uniquely as you do.”

Dainsleif remains neutral. “Unlike yours, my memory works as it should, but it is intriguing you’d that.”

The redhead steps forward and puts his hand forward for you to take. “Diluc Ragnvindr. Acting Grand Master Jean has requested me to apologise in her stead. The anemo Archon and the Knights of Favonious have been searching for you since your disappearance.”

You reach your hand to meet Diluc’s. It seems like he did listen to Dainsleif. Either that or your confusion was evident on your face. His grasp is firm but never painful or suffocating. Instead, it feels protective and strong. You also notice the warmth of his body escaping the confines of his gloves. From his hip, on his left side, dangles a pyro vision. That explains that...

“Who is the ‘Acting Grand Master Jean’?” You ask.

When everyone stops their bickering, the eerie silence takes over again. You take your faded hand back to your side.

Dainsleif patiently jogs your memories once more.

“Mondstadt is governed by freedom. Its archon isn’t publicly known like Rex Lapis. Instead, the Knights of Favonious hold the peace. Its current Grand Master is gone, but the one he called to present in his absence is Jean. Hence, ‘Acting’ Grand Master.”

You move your head towards him and nod, thankful for the explanation and now making more sense of what had been told. You wonder why ‘Jean’ wanted Diluc to apologise in her name, but you don’t ask. The revelation that all four present were headed towards the same goal, made you feel happy.

“Mission succeeded. So, now we can all continue to Mondstadt?” You turn to Dainsleif who nods his head once. He didn’t quite agree with the others following you but acknowledged what you said.

“It appears to be that way.” He says.

Kaeya sighs, “We used to have a ride—” he turns his head towards the carriage. Wine continues to drip out and has since tainted the white fabric into a dim purple-reddish hue. “—but the blast wave has taken it from us. As it tipped, we had no choice but to set the horse loose.”

Diluc sighs. “We were camping, hoping to find some wild animals since our rations had been stolen. Treasure hoarders, I’d say.”

“Let me guess,” Dainsleif starts. “Not a single insect was to be found?”

Diluc nods and Kaeya moves his fingers to rub his forehead. He turns to Dainsleif. “We were feeling lost before we heard sounds from the roads. Diluc believed it might be the treasure hoarders, coming back for another barrel of wine since no one was there to prevent them from taking it, but we found you instead.”

You turn your head over your shoulder. The red tear seems to stare at you. You can’t see anything beyond the horizon. When you turn back, you ask Dainsleif, “Do we have any food left?”

He shakes his head instantly. “None.”

“Well then,” you look at the abandoned roads and Wangshuu Inn in the distance. “The only way forward is North. We can only hope to run into someone or something while we’re at it.”

Kaeya grabs your arm and makes it intertwine with his. He smiles down at you and you feel lighter despite the dark situation. “Doesn’t sound too bad to me. At the very least, I’ll have good company to cheer me up.”

While you continued your journey to Wangshuu Inn, recurring sights made you feel uneasy. Boots, jackets, empty bags; all the littering on the road. It was a result of the calamity and the evacuation that had occurred.

Kaeya had told you what had happened to him, where he was and what he remembered. In turn, you did the same. Talking to him was the only way you didn’t feel as if you were walking in circles.

Kaeya moves his hands as he talks. “When I first saw you with Dainsleif, I imagined Lumine and Paimon to be around. Either scouting ahead or catching up as they protected you from the rear. I can never imagine them leaving you of their own free will.” When you frown, Kaeya leans closer until his shoulder bumps into yours. He smiles, turning his head to you. You feel warm puffs of breath caress your neck and ear when he speaks, “Don’t worry. The traveller is quite capable. I am sure they’ll find you.”

A troubled sigh escapes your lips and Kaeya makes some distance when he sees your serious expression. “It’s not that. I… find it hard to not know anything for certain. I think they were with me before calamity struck, but I can no longer remember what happened in the first place.”

Diluc turns his head and cleverly interjects his thoughts on the matter, “Considering the destruction came from above, I can only imagine it to be Celestia’s repentance.”

Kaeya adds, “We heard about Rex Lapis’ death and rebirth. Diluc argues that had been the catalyst of it all.”

You nod your head. It makes sense, but Dainsleif is quick to turn it down. When you hear his voice, you turn your head over your shoulder. Since he’d been walking a few paces behind your group of three, you had assumed he wasn’t interested in the topic—or your friend, Kaeya. Despite his insistence on guarding you, you argued no danger was left on these streets—which is half the truth.

Dainsleif’s company was growing on you fast. You didn’t want to separate from him.

“This was not Celestia’s doing I fear,” he states factually.

Light blue eyes turn away when they meet yours, and you feel estranged from him. How could he appear so protective and warm one moment, but create a distance that made you unable to reach him the next?

“Oh?” Kaeya raises an eyebrow. He jests, “I suppose you’d be an expert at that?”

Dainsleif doesn’t react to him, but the longer you think about his words, a feeling inside starts to agree with him. You might lack any memories regarding Celestia, but you are certain they remain incapable of bestowing calamities such as the current upon Teyvat.

And now that you think about it…

Your eyes move up towards the black sky. There are no visible clouds, no stars, and no Celestia. The only thing left to see is the giant hole in the world behind you, followed by the string of red lines and dots, and even more fragments spinning in and out of existence.

After a while, Diluc continues his initial theory. “I would’ve suspected that your appearance urged the world to collapse, but ever since the anemo Archon confirmed you to be the Creator, I suspect you could’ve been our warning instead of the cause. Of course, it’d help if you had your memories to confirm–”

Before Diluc can finish his sentence, Kaeya cuts him off with a strained chuckle and a lazy excuse. His interruption is rewarded by a glare from Diluc, who seems to grow more frustrated at the travel arrangements as time continues to stand still.

Another wave of silence falls over you, and you’re back where you started.

Kaeya sighs loudly and turns his gaze towards Wangshuu Inn before turning it back over his shoulder. “Am I the only one feeling like we’re not making progress? I’m certain we passed this area twice already…”

Diluc abruptly stops, and everyone else follows. Red eyes scan the area as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Unfortunately, not.” He turns around and focuses on Dainsleif. “You seem more familiar with this area. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I suggest splitting up.” Dainsleif starts, and you immediately want to turn the idea down. He adds to it before someone can argue against him. “This is a straight path, after all. Proving your theory wrong should be easy.”

The cavalry captain, who stands by your side, moves his weight from one leg to the other. “I don’t know. It sounds counter-progressive.”

“If that may be, we won’t be progressing either way. It’s up to (Y/n) to decide.”

You frown at Dainsleif. “What? Why me?”

Diluc grazes his eyes over the landscape. His eyes land on a carriage that’s been tipped over the side. A dark reddish liquid comes out underneath it. He agrees, “I don’t reject the prospect of splitting up, only if it’s temporary.”

Your mind weighs out the two options.

Now that you’re facing Liyue Harbor again, you see the destruction coming for you . Closer than you could imagine, you see smoke creep up from the forest and heading towards the roads. Different blacks in different shapes fly up from the ground, each cloud adding more dread and intensity to the fog that obscures Liyue Harbor and the southern border of the Guili Plains. In the black void, a cut has sliced the world in two. Red particles and lines glitch in and out of existence, all coming from the black slit.

You turn your head towards your companions. “Let’s split up.”

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