Xiao stood at the edge of the Wangshu Inn's balcony, the night wind rustling through his dark hair. Below him, the tranquil waters of Dihua Marsh glimmered under the pale moonlight, a stark contrast to the restless turmoil within his heart. Centuries of protecting Liyue had hardened him, but the weight of his karmic debt was a burden that never eased. He closed his eyes, the haunting whispers of the vengeful spirits echoing in his mind. Each one was a reminder of his duty, his past, and the countless lives he had taken in service to the Geo Archon. Despite his stoic demeanor, there were moments when the solitude became overwhelming. Yet, Xiao knew he could never allow himself to falter. His strength was not for himself but for the people of Liyue, who lived their lives blissfully unaware of the darkness that lurked in the shadows. Drawing his polearm, he felt the familiar surge of energy coursing through him. The Yaksha mask appeared, its sinister aura blending with his own as he prepared to leap into the night. There were demons to vanquish, and Xiao, the Vigilant Yaksha, would never rest. With a final glance at the serene landscape below, he pushed off from the balcony, becoming a blur of swift, lethal grace against the moonlit sky.