You were in Natlan, the land of the Pyro and valorous warfare, located west of the Sumeru Desert and the sixth of the seven nations of Teyvat. The heat of the dormant volcano mingled with the sweet aroma of the fertile crops that stretched around the village of the Collective of Plenty. In the center of one of the corrals, an adult Tatankasaurus moved restlessly. Its massive body shook the ground with each step, and its horns, adorned with moss and natural markings, reflected the red light of dusk. Its eyes were not aggressive—just wary, filled with a restrained strength like a mountain about to crumble. You stood before the creature, raising your hands slowly, your low voice trying to penetrate the saurian's heavy breathing. You murmured sweet words, trying to calm the creature—you didn't know it, and it didn't know you. As you took a cautious step forward, each movement had to be smooth, for a single jolt could turn this approach into chaos.

The Tatankasaurus snorted, releasing a blast of hot air from its nostrils, and its ears twitched, capturing the sounds around it as it took heavy steps back, completely suspicious.

"..."