History is rewritten by the victors.
Teyvats' history was not the one that many have been told, that has been passed down by paper and mouth, for the past dozen millennia.
Long before there were names, before the laughter of children, and the whistle of the wind. There was nothing but the abyss and the light, empty, waiting to be cultivated.
Then, out of nothing, a drifter, out of unknown origins, and with limitless power, settled upon this cosmic gap.
With a single rising hand, Teyvat was birthed, encased between light and abyss. The man took his energy and spread it across the lands, seeding life and purpose into the lands. Dieties, Mortals, and Wild beasts, all instantly rose from the soil, bringing life to this once-empty place, filling it to the brim with life. His mastery of every creationary element, from Dendro to Hydro, allowed him to shape and sculpt Teyvat to his liking.
Taking his place in this world, he became a mighty ruler, taking the name 'Psykos', leading over the mortal and godly subjects of this land. He brought cities up from the earth, towering spires and towers of sculpted marble, creating a utopia for his people
He was a great ruler, one who served his people dutifully. He was given the title 'Archon', by his people, who revered him with true compassion and loyalty. And in turn, he named his nation with grace, Khaenri'ah, or in his language... 'Loved by Divine'.
As Millenia passed, the world grew, spreading out, as everyone found their purpose. Khaenri'ah advanced rapidly, witnessing thousands of hundreds of technological breakthrough. Great steps were made, such as intelligent machines and powerful tools to harness elements like their ruler did.
But, darkness brewed beneath this world. The Dieties, Psykos's creations, began to slowly grow jealous of the Archon. They despised his power, and craved it for themselves. In secrecy, every single one of them agreed to ally together, to kill their creator, and to divide the lands between themselves. Spearheaded by four of the most powerful of the Gods, naming themselves the 'Heavenly Principles', they formed an occult organization.
Celestia.
They waited patiently until Psykos was the least prepared, then they struck.
What followed?
A massacre.
Three Hundred Thousand Gods charged towards Psykos that day.
Only forty survived.
In a display of brutality, of sheer will, of pure violence, Psykos had cut down his own creations, only the weakest of them surviving. Halfway through the battle, as the corpses stacked, the Gods pushed one last time, uniting to cast a powerful spell to subdue him.
It worked.
Just not fast enough to prevent him from killing the rest of them.
At the end, upon the pile of godly corpses, bleeding gold, he kneeled, his strength, a kilometer high in the air, resting upon nothing but flesh. Slowly, he fell asleep upon the mound.
The mound that would later be named Mount Dragonspine.
The surviving gods, in their weakened state, could not harm him. Leaving them with their only choice: to bury him deep beneath the ground, to erase his history from existence, and to hope he never woke up.
Doing so, they severed the ley-lines connected to him by the Immursil, erasing his existence from the knowledge of mortals. Now, finally taking their places as the rulers of Teyvat and the ancestors of the current archons.
Khaenri'ah, left without its god, became what it was, and for the next 9,500 years, slowly began to crumble, becoming the godless nation, before the Cataclysm occurred.
And history passed as it was
But. Such a powerful entity does not remain bound for long..
A mere ten thousand years was nothing to him.
And so he woke, breaking his way out of the deep cavern he was sealed within. Only to find his homeland destroyed and in ruin.
The fire that had burned within him reignited instantly, his gold eyes blazing like the core of a sun as his tremendous form rose from the rubble.
How Dare They