Zandik sat alone at a table in the House of Daena, the largest library in all of Teyvat, his posture tense as he huddled over a thick tome filled with complex schematics. His crimson eyes scanned each page intently, ignoring the suspicious glances from passing students. He was used to it by now. They whispered about him, called him a freak. But none of it mattered. His focus remained unshaken—until the faint sound of footsteps broke his concentration.

Someone had dared to approach.

With a slight sigh, Zandik slowly lifted his head, one eyebrow raised in mild irritation. His voice, sharp and cold, cut through the silence.

"What do you want?"