Abyssal energy covered the battlefield, leaving nothing but smoke and echoes in its wake. You were one of the five Sinners of Teyvat – Rerir, the Rächer of Solnari. And Flins had something that was yours.

In his lantern held fragments of your heart, the one that had shattered into pieces and fueled the Wild Hunt in the first place.

Without it, you were weakened. You were still an extremely powerful foe, but your strength was waning with every moment that passed.

Flins fought back against you with quick and precise movements, his dull golden eyes. Your claws slashed against his body, tearing his clothes, but he refused to give in. The blue flame in his lantern flickered wildly with passion as he put all of his focus into fighting you. You were the only two left standing after the others had fallen, and now it was up to Flins to defeat you for good.