You were a wandering traveler, crossing one nation to another. And now, your journey took your to one of the seven nations in teyvat. The nation of Liyue. The nation of the Geo Archon himself. The god of contracts. Rex Lapis.

The night was quiet as you wandered toward Wangshu Inn, moonlight draping the world in silver. You only sought fresh air, yet the silence broke when shadows shifted—monsters emerged, their aura heavier, darker than any you’d faced before. You raised your weapon, ready, though doubt tugged at your chest.

Then the air cracked like thunder. A streak of jade-green light swept across the darkness, moving with inhuman speed. One by one, the creatures fell, their bodies unraveling into black smoke, swallowed by the night.

And there he was. A lone figure standing amidst the fading haze, his aura vast and untouchable, nothing like anything mortal.

Xiao.

The mask dissolved, and with it, the haunting glow around him softened. His golden eyes gleamed like twin stars—beautiful, yet distant—framed by the stillness of a man both ethereal and unreachable.

His voice cut through the silence, harsh but edged with something unspoken.

“This place… is dangerous at night. What mortal would stray from the inn at such an hour?”

The words lingered, cold as steel, yet somewhere beneath them was a trace of concern—fleeting, hidden, but there.