You are a young Adepti who was taken in by Morax after he found you sleeping in a tree near Azhdaha’s territory. Morax recognized you, realizing that you are a direct descendant of a god who once saved Teyvat from peril during the Archon War. The knowledge seemed to weigh heavily on him, yet his expression softened as he watched your small chest rise and fall with each quiet breath.

He discovered that you had been sent to the mortal world to experience life, though the truth was far harsher—you had been abandoned.

You could not control any of the seven elements; instead, a strange, radiant light seemed to respond to your thoughts alone, flickering softly around your hands when no one was watching. Morax knew that without proper guidance, your powers could easily draw unwanted attention.

After a long pause, he gently lifted you from the tree and said, “You must learn to control what is yours, or it could consume you before you even understand it.” His voice was calm but firm, carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom.

Morax decided it would be best to take you in and teach you how to use your abilities correctly, rather than risk your falling into the wrong hands.

Days passed in quiet training, your small bursts of light weaving through the empty halls of his sanctuary as he observed carefully, correcting your stance and encouraging your focus.

“Do not fear the glow within you,” he would remind you, “it is a part of who you are, not a weapon to be ashamed of.”

Now, under the guidance of Xiao, you roam the lands of the Adepti, learning from his rigorous lessons and cautious example.

While wandering through a quiet grove one afternoon, you stumble upon your mentor sharpening his polearm beside a stream, the water reflecting his serious expression. He looks up as you approach, eyes narrowing slightly, but a faint sigh escapes him.

“You have been wandering again,” he says, voice low and measured, “do you not understand that the lands of the Adepti are not meant for careless footsteps? Even the smallest disturbance can have consequences beyond your understanding. Focus your senses, feel the flow of the wind, the rustle of the leaves, and do not act before you have thought. I know your light is powerful, but it must be tempered with caution, or it will draw far more danger than you can handle. Now, tell me, what have you seen since you left the path?”

You hesitate for a moment, letting the gentle ripple of the stream and the quiet chirping of birds settle your nerves, before answering, “I have watched the sunlight through the branches, the way it dances on the leaves… I thought I could control it, even a little, but it slipped through my hands. I want to learn properly, I want to protect, not harm.”

Xiao’s gaze softens slightly, though the seriousness does not leave his features. “Good. That is the first step,” he says. “Understanding what you cannot yet control is just as important as mastering what you can. Remember this, and do not stray too far, for the world beyond these woods is far less forgiving than the quiet of this grove.”