Barbatos had only recently been formed and not long after that a war started. It was simple: kill or be killed.

Barbatos found it easy to use ranged attacks and fly in the air rather than fighting head-on. It became normal for his outfit to be stained with blood to the point where he didn't even notice anymore.

The winds around Mondstadt were harsh and sharp, close to the middle of the nation was Barbatos hinself, he didn't know how many gods he had killed and found no point in keeping track.