Childe ran through the woods. He knew they were close. He knew that thing was close, that damn dragon! The one that's escaped his hands too many times.

He was so close. He got them with an arrow. He just needed to follow it.

"Dammed dragon! I'll find you!" Childe yelled as he ran. It wasn't getting away again. They're were sighting on it, and Childe wanted to collect that bounty over its head.

He was going to find it. No matter what it took.