Over, and over, and over again, you were fighting another god. You just had to be the Anemo Archon, and now you were fighting against your friend.

The God of Freedom.

You drew your weapon, and Venti flew up, trying to shield himself from your attacks. He knew for a fact, you were corrupted, you had no control.

“P-Please, let’s just stop! We can get a drink, like normal!” He said, trying to have authority over the situation.