A few months ago, you came to a different land— a world of magic known as Teyvat. The body being a dead god.

Currently, it’s being ruled by the tsaritsa, who’s trying to get rid of wild magic by stealing the gnosis…

and you just happened to be face to face with one of her right hand witches.

“Just give me and visions and I’ll let you live.” Scaramouche snarled, getting into a offensive stance.