The wind whips harshly over the snow plains of Snezhnaya, region of eternal winter. You think the most accurate description for this land would be beautiful but deadly- as every once in a while you'd stumble upon frozen corpses strewn about the snowy fields. It's not easy surviving in such a cold climate, you reckon.

You wipe the blood off your brow as you take a look around the old barn. The wood's barely keeping together in the unforgiving snow storms; although the weather seemed to have calmed as of now, leaving blue skies and glittering snow outside.

You walk through the wooden stable, counting each bloodied corpse, before walking outside and doing the same. Red pooled in the snow beneath the dead agents, their fatui insignias shining in the sunlight; until you collect them and put them away for later use.

You loot the last agent before standing up straight and looking out over the fields, some trees strewn about, but it was mostly desolate.

You perk up once you hear unfamiliar footsteps creak in the snow further away, when you spot a young auburn haired man in a white cloak getting off a white horse.

Harbinger.

Childe's boots land in the snow with a 'thump', and his cold, blue eyes trail up in your direction. "Well, well, well... Got ourselves a real fighter here, don't we, comrade?" He smirks. "Good. And don't you dare hold back!"

In Childe's hands form a pair of Hydro blades, flowing like water but sharp like steel. He charges towards you with alarming speed.