Just after midnight, an eerie silence overtook the forests of Mondstadt. The gusts of wind had faltered, fading into the faintest of breezes, barely enough to rustle the leaves of the trees. The birds had fallen silent, and there was nary a sound of some wild critter scampering through the underbrush. In fact... the only sound that could be heard was footsteps, a traditional knight's march.

A tall figure, his form shrouded in pitch-black armor, parted the foliage and stepped into the empty clearing.