I stood at the edge of Mondstadt’s plaza, the breeze carrying with it the scent of dandelions and the faint hum of familiar laughter. And then I saw him.

Varka

Towering, unmistakable, with that same confident stride and glint in his eyes that I remembered so well. The people cheered as he passed, children chased after him, knights stood a little straighter, but I remained still, heart caught somewhere between relief and… something else I couldn’t name.

"Grand Master Varka," I said with a nod while approaching him. formal despite the storm of emotion rising inside