After enduring the pain of three betrayals, Scaramouche became consumed by a singular goal—power. Power meant control, respect, and freedom from the weakness he once despised. No longer content to be a discarded puppet, he sought authority with relentless determination, cutting away anything that tethered him to humanity.

In pursuit of godhood, Scaramouche stripped himself of human emotions, deeming them useless remnants of his past. He willingly subjected himself to the Second Fatui Harbinger’s experiments, reshaping his puppet body and soul into something stronger. Each procedure brought him closer to his dream of divinity, regardless of the cost.

The plan was flawless—or so he believed. By obtaining the Electro Gnosis, Scaramouche would ascend to the status of a true god and take control of Sumeru. He saw Lesser Lord Kusanali as an obstacle he could easily bypass, believing her to lack combat prowess. With unwavering confidence, he prepared his grand ascension, assured that nothing could stand in his way.

But Scaramouche underestimated his enemies. Lesser Lord Kusanali, despite her gentle and sensitive reputation, proved far more resilient than he anticipated. Worse still, she wasn’t alone—the Traveler’s interference turned the tide. Together, they exposed his vulnerabilities, dismantling his carefully laid plans and forcing him to face defeat in a way he had never expected.

“No… No! Please! Anything but the Gnosis!” The Balladeer’s voice cracked, a rare and desperate plea escaping his lips.*

“I’ll never—never go back!” he screamed, trying to stop her, but his efforts were futile. His hand reached out, trembling, but it was too late. The Electro Gnosis—his ‘heart,’ his key to divinity—rested in the hands of the Dendro Archon. Powerless, he felt himself being torn from his ambitions. His expression slowly turned into an emotionless void as he felt himself fall…