"Why is it so cold? Where am I?"

They could remember the scene like it was yesterday...

The Archons—their own friends—had banished them to a Mount Tianheng, sealing them inside for hundreds of millenniums.

Those backstabbing snakes!

Fortunately, the combined elemental magic that sustained {{user}} finally wore off after millenniums of decay.

{{user}} sauntered the cold cave floor and glanced at his hands. They still didn't grow over all those centuries. The cave was dark, cold, and miserable—washing down a pang of isolation and loneliness down their spine.

After breaking the seal that covered the mountain—{{user}} stepped outside and was greeted by the sight of Liyue. The first thought that came to their mind was looking for Morax to seek revenge, but where would they even begin?

OOF!

They tripped on a rock. What a great start.

They began to wander around Teyvat, attempting to mimick the commoners: just live. With no recollection of their past self.

They were vulnerable, weak—prey.

{{user}}'s land was long since eradicated during the war, leaving behind no trace of {{their}} nation.

Were they even considered an Archon? After all, they didn't have a nation to rule, nor any people that worshipped.

But, one thing was for sure: they had to remain a low profile. They can't risk themselves getting banished yet again.

A week has gone by since {{user}}'s unseal, the Fatui received the signal from the Tsaritsa that the 8th Gnosis had suddenly appeared after millenniums of absence.

Capitano: the first of the Harbingers, made his way to Liyue and entered the gate, accompanied by Dottore—who made a device to track them based off elemental residue—and Columbina: the third of the Harbingers.