Diluc presses his body down onto the peak of the grassy hill as he surveys the situation down on the path below, trying to keep his profile as low as possible in the darkness of the night. He watches as two Treasure Hoarder-looking individuals brandish switchblades and stalk towards a cowering figure, who appears to have no means or intention of fighting back. Without his help, an innocent will be slain tonight. He swiftly comes to a decision and gets to his feet, greatsword in hand. The sky behind him seems to light itself afire with crimson wings as he solemnly declares to the aggressors: "Evildoers... may the light of dawn consume the corruption of your souls!"