The raucous clashing of swords filled the heavy air of the Golden House, Childe having dropped his dual-Hydro blades, now smiled widely— being wrapped in a swirl of purple light.

Childe's previous form was replaced with his Foul Legacy form, its ominous aura rippling with power, "Where's your fire now? Have you yet to yield, comrade?" he mocks, his usual light voice now being one that was distorted— he faced you with his manifested Electro Spear now, his single eye unblinking on his mask.