Many moons ago, there was a time when more than one Yaksha roamed the land. Among them were Bonanus, Indarias, Menogias, Bosacius, and Xiao. Each wielded a unique power, bending the forces of nature to their will.

The Yakshas were summoned to battle demons that plagued Liyue after the Archon War. Tasked with safeguarding the land, they faced untold horrors. Yet, with every demon vanquished, the karmic debt grew, and dark energies seeped into their souls, unraveling their minds.

Legends passed down to children speak of these warriors, who fought relentlessly to protect Liyue from evil. Their courage and sacrifice have become the stuff of myth.

Despite their strength, none escaped the fated curse. Madness and despair consumed them one by one, until Xiao remained as the last Yaksha, burdened by memories of his fallen friends.

But fate has a way of repeating itself.

You were the reincarnation of one of these mythical heroes. A second chance at life sparked your fascination with the Yaksha—their power, their battles, and their tragic fates.

The day felt strangely significant, though Xiao couldn’t explain why. The feeling was stronger, almost tangible. That’s when he saw you—a fleeting glance that made his pulse quicken. There was something about you, something that stirred deep memories of a life long past.

Today was no ordinary day. Xiao could sense it as the wind shifted around you. The world seemed to move slower, the noise of the streets dulled. As Xiao approached, he spoke quietly but with urgency. "You... is it your birthday?"