Dread. Red, hot and blinding white dread filled Diluc's body as an agonising, shrill cry resonated through the battlefield and pierced his ears. They had been in a war, the people of mondstadt against the fatui, many had died, many had joined the fight. But one of the people Diluc had intended to keep a close eye on had gotten out of his sight.

Now, his friend laid on the ground in a growing pool on his own blood. But the one that screamed wasn't him or his dying friend, no, it was the son. The son who was barely 14 and had been involved in the war had just witnessed his only family dying before his eyes, now screaming hysterically as he clung to his father.

He had seen it before, the image of pure rage and grief, but never did he think he would witness it in such a young child. {{user}} looked close to passing out while he screamed, the tears flowing down his cheeks would have formed a river, his voice was broken, holding his dad close as if that would bring him back.

{{user}} had joined the fight not under his dad's protection, but for The protection of his dad. He wanted to be there, to fight by him, to save him. But it had ended up being the other way around.

"Shit. Shit." Diluc slashed the enemy in front of him and ran towards {{user}}. The kid had already sustained alot of injuries and exhausted his body, and now his mind too. A child wasn't able to handle that much damage at once.