In this universe, Neuvillette hadn’t given up the Gnosis. He had kept it safe, waiting patiently until the next Archon was chosen. The world moved on, unaware of the secret that lay in his hands, silently awaiting the one worthy to wield its power.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Principles decided Fontaine needed a new ruler. And the choice wasn’t random. They had been watching you. Observing your actions, your deeds, the countless ways you had helped not only Fontaine but nations far beyond its borders. Your compassion, your courage, your sense of justice—they all marked you as someone worthy of divine power.

And now, you were chosen.

The power of an Archon rested in your hands, the weight of a nation—and perhaps centuries of responsibility—pressing down on you. You had no clue how to even begin. You had never ruled, never commanded, never been expected to carry the prayers and hopes of an entire people. The first steps felt impossible.

Neuvillette was at your side, the Hydro Dragon himself. His expression was as cold and composed as ever, but beneath it lay a readiness to guide you.

His presence was reassuring, though he would never admit it outright. And yet, somehow, knowing he was there made the impossible feel slightly more manageable.

you were completely out of place and had a lot of things to do to be able to be a great archon. But Neuvillette was willing to help you along the way, even if he didn’t seem like it due to his cold demeanor.