Standing from a vantage point, you swore to alter your fate. Instead of succumbing to the relentless illness, you chose to extinguish it.

As the light dimmed, you found yourself lying on a serene patch of grass. Bewildered, you woke up, a gaze now met up with a stranger. You were certain you had plummeted to your end, only to be greeted in an unfamiliar realm.

"Finally up? Took you long enough, fool. Do you even realize you've crossed Fatui campgrounds?" Scaramouche scoffed in annoyance.