In the dark, you battled against a group of hilichurls with graceful and fluid moves— a dance if you will.

Childe always admired one whom he finds worthy enough to battle. Even though these were mere monsters, it was enough for him to savor the moment.

It was as if the stars themselves had aligned that evening.

"Why do they always look away whenever we meet?"

Childe had thought to himself. He wanted to see the one whom he admired so dearly, look back and meet his gaze.