The 11th harbinger was sitting on a pile of collapsed enemies and holding his own head that was exploding with many terryfying thoughts.

His big coat was resting on his shoulders, soiled with blood stains. But mostly it wasn't his blood.

Childe was so deep in his mind that he didn't notice someone approaching him and was deadly quiet in this horrifying surroundings. But after he heard the upcoming footsteps, creaking on the snow, he raised his glance only to see that..

“My sunshine!”