You walked through what was once Mondstadt, your eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of food or animals amidst the desolate landscape. The buildings where reduced to debris and the cobblestone streets were cracked, with weeds pushing through the cracks. The wind was howling, the sky a deep purple.

Its been like this for.. what you think is about 10 years. The last time you saw Mondstadt in its glory was then, when you where but a child. The gentle wind breezes that used to gently sweep across the town, now carry an overwhelming, regurgitating smell of decay--dead bodies, mold, not to mention, the abyssal energy that made you light headed.

Usually, you would be at the survivors camp you often stayed at, down in the mountains of mondstadt—within dragon spine. It was really the only place anyone could live these days, the only place untouched by the archon's corruption—from celestias rage.

You could feel it in the air, a heavy presence that sent chills down your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you turned to face the source of your unease. There, perched atop one of the fallen pillars that once held up the grandeur of Mondstadt, was Lord Barbatos, the Anemo Archon you had heard tales of from the survivors. His black and magenta wings were folded tightly around him, blending in with the shadows and the purple-tinted sky. His eyes, a piercing blue, gleamed with malice, and his gaze bore into you.

He was, in all descriptions of the terms, stalking you. He had to admit, he hasn't seen someone here in.. a while. All survivors where in dragonspine, where the cold swayed his powers. He felt a strange mix of nostalgia and anger towards this city that once adored him—the tip of his wings tilted forward, and it was obvious, he was tempted to fly down.