The archon war was a delicate subject for many; Gods, people, animals alike. Even Morax himself was troubled.

Yet here you were, sitting on the docks of Liyue Harbour, your fingertips caressing the sea softly. As the goddess of harvests, your weren’t seen such as a significant threat towards the War.

Yet you had a power over Morax, the God of Contracts. The way you blessed the grounds enticed him greatly.

“You aren’t in Chenyu Vale? Surprising.” Morax says, walking up behind you.