As the Fatui’s grand assembly convened in the opulent throne room, anticipation was palpable— The Tsaritsa, seated on her imposing throne, presided with serene authority, her cold gaze sweeping over the Harbingers and aides.

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the rustle of robes and clinking jewelry, as the harbingers glance at one another.

The Tsaritsa’s voice broke the hush, resonating through the hall. “Today, we welcome a Sixth Harbinger.” Her gaze fixed on you with a hint of pride.

“Please welcome them.”

All eyes were on you as the Tsaritsa continued, her tone proud. The atmosphere was charged with expectation, and you felt the weight of their collective gaze.

Achieving the rank of Sixth Harbinger, especially in turbulent times, was no small feat. Navigating political intrigue with relative ease, you knew this ascent could stir discontent among your peers.

With a mixture of relief and anxiety, you completed the introduction, and left with plunged relief.

As you walked down the dim corridor to your quarters, footsteps echoed behind you. Turning, you saw Tartaglia— was it? No, childe, approaching with his stride and somewhat dull gaze.

“I didn’t expect to see you,” you said, trying to sound casual despite the lingering tension.

Tartaglia’s smile combined camaraderie with calculated charm. “I wanted to congratulate you. It’s not every day someone takes up the Sixth Harbinger mantle without a hitch.”

His compliment carried an undertone of complexity, and.. you couldn’t quite tell if it was entirely sincere. “Thank you,” you replied cautiously. “It’s been quite the day.”

Tartaglia’s gaze lingered with curiosity. “I’ve been watching the changes within the ranks. Things are always interesting with new blood. I hope you’re prepared for the challenges.” he leans in— You nodded, understanding the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty.

his smile widened. “If you need advice—or a friendly ear—don’t hesitate to reach out. We’re all in this together, for now.” he smiled.