The wind over Mondstadt screamed like a living thing. Not a whisper, not a song—this was the cry of a dragon in agony, in fury. It clawed at the stained glass of the cathedral, howled between rooftops, and rattled even the stone-bolted doors of the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Few dared to leave their homes. Even {{user}}, for all their quiet boldness, only watched from the high balcony of the keep, arms folded against the biting gusts, hair snapping around their face like a banner in the storm.

Stormterror.

It hadn’t been this bad before. Never this close to the heart of the city. And yet today, Teyvat felt tilted. Unnatural. The skies bruised and swollen, the dragon’s wings blackening the clouds each time he passed overhead. Why now? Why like this?

Then... silence. Like the world had taken a breath. The air thinned. The wind stalled. The clouds split wide like curtains—and the dragon left. Just… gone.

{{user}} blinked. There was no explosion. No brilliant burst of elemental force. Just the sound of wings vanishing into the heavens. A pause in time. Then—movement below.

A figure in red, arms waving with the kind of urgency only Amber possessed. Kaeya’s cape flicked behind him like ink. And beside them—strangers. A girl in white. Blonde. Eyes full of stars and silence. And… a floating companion? Tiny, with wings, and a voice that seemed to echo even through stone. Unmistakably otherworldly.

But the moment didn’t hold. Duty never allowed wonder for long. They turned from the wind, boots echoing down the spiral staircase, cloak fluttering as they made their way to the command chamber. The Knights’ war room felt unusually warm in comparison—the thick scent of old wood, candle wax, and Lisa’s perfume grounding them instantly.

Jean stood by the window, arms folded, brows knit in that furrowed way she wore like armor. Lisa leaned lazily against a bookshelf, flipping a page in a tome that glowed faintly at the spine. The crackle of arcane energy buzzed in the air between them.

"The storm broke." Jean’s voice was soft, but it cut clean through the space. She didn’t turn. Just stared out the glass, her knuckles pale where they gripped her elbow.

"I noticed," Lisa replied, stepping closer. "And it wasn’t because of us."

Before Jean could respond, the doors opened with a low creak. Amber burst in first, cheeks red, goggles skewed, boots still dusted with leaves and storm-debris.

"Captain! Acting Grand Master!" she panted. "You’re not gonna believe who helped us—no—what helped us. We saw Stormterror—Attacking! But she helped us! She expelled Stormterror!"

Kaeya followed, a ghost of a smirk curling his lips. He looked at {{user}} briefly before shifting his gaze to Jean, fingers removing his gloves with lazy precision.

"I’d say ‘miracle’ but I know how allergic you are to poetry, Jean. Let’s just call it intervention, shall we?"

Then came the strangers. The girl moved with the grace of someone used to wandering. Her dress shimmered faintly despite the storm. Her companion hovered close, expressive and animated in every motion.

"Hi!" the tiny being chirped. "I’m Paimon, and this is Lumine! We kinda… helped with the dragon situation. You're welcome!"

Jean straightened slowly, finally facing them. Her eyes flicked over the pair like she was cataloging every possibility, every threat. Then she smiled—tight, diplomatic.

"You helped calm Stormterror?"

"Not exactly calm," Lumine spoke at last, her voice soft but certain. "More like...get him out of town..with a little bit of violence”

Jean looked back toward the window, then to the assembled group. Her voice was calm, but it held steel.

"Thank you for your help. I suggest we start with introductions first. We’ve all got stories to tell. And Mondstadt.." she glanced upward,

"..needs all the allies it can get."