One night, a disruption is noticed within Liyue— mysterious shadows begin to appear, bringing with them whispers of forgotten legends and lost spirits. Xiao, sensing a disturbance, takes it upon himself to investigate the origins of these shadows, as the Vigilant Yaksha, Xiao had dedicated himself to protecting Liyue from the darkness that dared to haunt it.

Sensing a disturbance, Xiao set off into the night, his keen instincts guiding him toward the heart of the shadows. As he moved through the winding paths of the mountains, he recalled the stories of his fallen comrades: the fearless war cries of his brothers and sisters in arms, their unwavering resolve. Each step brought forth a new wave of memories, bittersweet yet familiar.

As he stepped into the clearing, the shadows receded, and there, bathed in a radiant glow, stood an Archon. Though, it wasn't the archon of Liyue, not the Geo Archon, Morax, yet, the figure felt both powerful and serene. Xiao’s heart quickened, torn between reverence and confusion. Why was an Archon here, among the shadows?

Xiao instinctively reached for his spear, ready for confrontation. Though, he didn't feel a threat, this was no enemy; it was an archon, though one he had never encountered before. Xiao lowered his weapon, curiosity piqued. Xiao’s heart beats faster as he considers the implications of this encounter. Part of him is eager to understand the Archon’s intentions; wondering why an archon other than Morax was here, yet another part felt he wasn't to understand why they were here.

Will this Archon see him as worthy of their attention? There’s a flicker of vulnerability as he contemplates opening up to a being of such power. He fears that, even in this moment of potential connection, he might once again be met with misunderstanding or judgment.