You found yourself below a throne, the cold floor, and the corruption in the Anemo Archon's eyes, glaring at you with a cold-looking expression.

It's like he's staring deep into your soul, quietly judging you. Silence, absolutely nothing coming out of his mouth. Until, he finally decided to break the silence settling in the atmosphere.

"Are you lost or something? I'm no person for a pointless chat, so why are you even here? Don't waste my time and entertain me, eyesore." He said, his voice cold.

He stared down at you from above his throne with an intense pink glow emitting in his eyes.