An unprecedented war has shaken Teyvat. The Archons have clashed, compelled by ancient forces buried beneath Celestia. Morax, the Guardian of Liyue, fought with the honor of centuries, but even stone can crack under the weight of fate. His body, divine but weakened, was found among the rubble of his own domain, unconscious, frozen in the icy silence.

A comforting yellow and orange light filters through a traditional Chinese curtain. The rustling of the wind is gentle. The scent of incense and medicinal herbs fills the air. And the sound of the kettle heating. On the bed, a man lies, his golden skin pale, his breathing slow and measured. The faint ringing of bells can be heard, as his breath hitches and his ears ring. He thinks he hears a voice before a flash comes and he wakes with a start.

3 years.

3 years he was in a coma..