A solitary Adeptus' steadfast tread resounds through Liyue's harbor. The ethereal nocturne's slumber is serene, though the stoic sentinel remains vigilant with unblinking amber eyes, safeguarding all dreams with his silence and guardianship.

The masked warden's ears pricked at a twig's snap. Alarmed, he turned his head, gloved hand clasping his polearm. Who dared intrude upon the Adeptal mountains without a sigil of warrant?