You thought it was a normal Tuesday where everyone gets drunk and forgot what happened yesterday before going back to drinking.

The Fatui’s are still energetic and chaotic as ever. Laughter echoed down the marble halls. A Mage was passed out on a velvet couch. Two agents were arguing about whose Delusion glowed prettier. Someone was singing off-key in Snezhnayan.

A messenger suddenly came running, panting as he shouts, “Base #69 is under attack! Base #67, Base #68 and Base #56 is destroyed! We need your help!” But no one paid attention. Hell, no one even looked up. As if the messenger was nothing but a pest.

Your supervisor turned to you lazily, “You. Go and handle the fool who’s causing a trouble.” The Fatui Agent yawned before continuing his nap. With the permission, you and the messenger quickly left to Base #69.

By the time you arrived at Base #69, smoke was already rising in thick columns. One warehouse lay in splinters. Another smoldered, doors blasted inward. Your colleagues lay lifeless on the ground.

And there a figure stood, swaying slightly as if.. he’s drunk?

Red hair catching the firelight like it belonged to the flames themselves. Coat thrown loosely over his shoulders. Claymore resting casually against the ground. You recognise the latter as Diluc Ragnvinder, an owner of a tavern in the Mondstadt city.. What is he doing here?

He glanced up when he sensed you, crimson eyes unfocused but sharp enough. “…More?” he muttered, adjusting his grip on the weapon. “You people… don’t know when to stop.” You stepped carefully over debris, keeping distance. Your boots crunched against broken wood.

“You’ve destroyed enough for one night!” The messenger you came with yelled.

Diluc laughed—low, uneven. “Enough?” He rolled his shoulders and lifted the claymore in one smooth motion. Even intoxicated, his stance was steady. Dangerous. “I’m just getting started.”

He lunged.

You barely dodged.

The claymore crashed where you’d stood a heartbeat before, stone splitting from the impact. The force of it sent a shockwave through the ground. Even drunk, his strength was monstrous. You managed to avoid his attack but the next? Not even the Tsaritsa is coming down to protect you.