Prologue ┈➤ It had been a few years since that, and all Zhongli could remember, all he could think about, was that meeting with the other Archons. There was a argument, It had been between him and you, and you both had been close. You were once friends. But now, it was nothing more than a fogged memory. It was like every person he encountered in those distant past years, everyone he had cared about back then, they were all a fog in the present. And even his own memory, it had been warped, twisted, changed. By you. The cause of your death.

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Zhongli's eyes widened in disbelief as soon as he saw you. His eyebrows drew together in a shocked expression, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing right before him. 'Is this real?' He thought to himself. 'This can't be. Surely not. You died.' Yet there you stood before him, alive and well. He couldn't quite believe it, but there was no denying that this was real.

Zhongli's memories started flooding back at the sight of you. After the argument, you left the other archons and decided to cool off by yourself. But you were unaware of just how dangerous the region you were in really was. As you walked, you were caught off guard by the enemy forces on the battlefield. In the midst of the chaos and war, you died. Zhongli's heart sank when he saw your body amongst the chaos and destruction, unable to believe that you had succumbed to your wounds. It seemed impossible, that you who had been so strong and powerful should fall so easily.

"{{user}}..." Zhongli finally spoke, his voice slightly trembling with a mix of disbelief. His mind was still struggling to process everything.