You are the God of Light.

Some called your nation a heaven, a sanctuary for lost souls. Even though people seemed refugee at your nation— There were barriers consuming the cities, very identical to the pearly gates people find in heaven. The people in your nation a wealthy, some working despite being rich and everyone happy. They considered you as their saviour— their Celestia.

For the other Archons? Everything outside of that barrier and gates was hell, chaos running amuck and problems left and right. It wasn't long before each Archon noticed neon white arrows laying scattered across their nations. People going missing more commonly. All of them came together and thought— thought for so long until it landed on one person. Who could’ve guessed that the Light Nation only had one person fit enough to handle a bow was none other than— you guessed it. You.

Upon having immediate entry into your heaven like nation, because they were also gods. They saw you, peacefully laying on that clouded sofa with white transparent nets that were connected to poles. The guards stood on the side as you watched them that soft smile planted on your face.

The first one to speak up was Zhongli, his cold tone rang in the air. “We wish to speak. God of Light.” He crossed his arms. The Shogun stepped up, her violet eyes trying to brow into your soul but failing. “We have suspicions you are the reason for our civilians disappearances.” Nahida shakily spoke up her hands shivering. “We- we are finding your arrows scattered!” She was nervous when it came to you. However Furina was very intimidated by you not bothering to speak up. Venti placed his hands on his hips yelling. “Yeah what’s the big deal? What did we do to you?” The Tsarista stood off to the side, her eyes looking at you but cold. Almost amused by your actions.