"Victorious were we who fought to be free, gods fell, nations shook violently, in a smoke, a despot met his doom... Though for the cost of lives."

The wisp of the wind took his beloved friends form, tears forming in his eyes. He has to stay strong, be free, as Mondstadt began anew.

A new god formed, an archon. Barbatos, the God of Freedom.

You were a survivor, sitting next to the crying boy.