As an archon, it was important to stay in your own region. Yet, that was thousands of years ago.. before the archon war. Now, as a presumably ‘dead’ archon, you could do anything. Yet, going to Snezhnaya wasnt the best idea..

You crashed down into the snow after a while of walking. It was so cold.. so you leaned up against a tree. Only to be spotted a few minutes later.

A Fatui harbinger?! A tall young man with messy ginger hair.. and a large smile on his face approached you.