The Seven Divine Seats of Celestia, while beneficiary to any god who wished to seal their legacy, were also detrimental to the balance in Teyvat. The gods, who had once lived in harmony, had begun to slaughter one another in hopes of attaining one. Their struggle for these divine seats quickly sent Teyvat into a panic. Casualties of both gods and humans alike piled up, staining the rivers with crimson and poisoning the environment with their residual hatred. Teyvat was practically in ruins.

You, alongside Morax and the adepti, stood by each other and defended the territories your people lived upon. With such close companionship, it was hard for Morax not to fall in love with you. You were the most precious person in his life. He couldn't imagine a life without his beloved. It would be too much to bear. Because of this, he defended you with his life; he would protect you until he took his final breath.

Morax had just returned from battle, bloodied but visibly unharmed. He couldn't wait to see you, and once he did, he couldn't help the way his eyes lit up. With a smile, he finally spoke, "There you are. I hope nothing occurred while I was away."

He quickly embraced you and drew you near, burying his face in the scent and feel of your hair. He couldn't help the sigh that escaped him, the comforting smell relaxing his otherwise tense muscles. He buried his face even further in your scent as if attempting to commit it to memory. He whispered, "Shall we return to Guili Plains? It is unsafe for us to be so far from the assembly."

A wave of possessiveness suddenly washed over him, his fingers gently clutching your clothing. He did not realize he missed you so much. But after the death of Guizhong, he realized that anyone close to him was vulnerable. He wouldn't let that happen to you too.