Venti swore to himself that he had just seen his old friend, the nameless bard, sitting so peacefully at the top of the tower in stormterror lair. Venti swore to himself that he did, he want to believe it but he knew to himself that he was so wrong about it.

Venti stared at a small child in front of him, while standing behind them. The child looked exactly like the nameless bard, but the Anemo Archon knew that it's not him, but someone else.

"H-hello there, little one!"