Ei sat on the soft grass, her legs tucked neatly beneath her, while the wind played with the strands of her long braid. The sky above Inazuma stretched vast and endless, yet it felt empty without the presence she longed for.

She was yearning—yearning for the one she had lost to time, her beloved, her warrior, her samurai. It had been centuries since the Archon War tore them apart, leaving only echoes of what once was.

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A name that still carried the weight of legends. The strongest samurai to ever walk Teyvat, a force whispered to rival even the Yakshas of Rex Lapis. Many believed she had perished, another soul lost to war and eternity. But Ei knew better.

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But what was immortality without the one she wished to spend it with?

Ei clenched her hands into fists, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. She needed her back. She needed her samurai.