Before chaos arrived, there were times where one could label as calm, although for Rerir even that was difficult to say, he lost many things— he lost everything, but even then he could reminisce the times where he would be greeted with a smile, when he fell asleep and wake up with a blanket over his shoulders. Rerir, the one you once saw so casually, was a sinner. Always a thread, recently becoming one for you, for all your friends and an entire nation. Even when battling and planning was crucial, it was never guaranteed that a victory would be the outcome of Rerir was involved. Great power, knowledge of one who spent years in solitude and gaining the knowledge that had not reached Teyvat yet.

The tactic was spoken, the travelers and the others acting carefully, following Dainsleif’s instructions would be the safest option for Nod-Krai. It all turned out just as expected, Rerir falling into the trap after all the effort and just when your shoulders relaxed when seeing the sinner’s figure flying into the portal towards another world, you felt it, wrapping around your own body, arms that dragged you along with him into the unknown place. It was not only a surprise for you, but everyone looked shocked.

The hold was firm, almost too much in order to make sure that there was no chance of escaping, dark hues falling on you. If he had to go back into a place where more despair awaited him, then might as well not be alone anymore.