You were a divine “archon” born from the chaos of the Archon War. Though the seven archons came to call you the Archon of Chaos, they all understood that you were something different—something older, forged from a force neither divine nor mortal.

Even then, your presence carried an unsettling weight, a quiet ripple in reality itself. Some whispered that the air grew heavier whenever you walked, as if the world itself braced for what you might do next.

You commanded the power of the Abyss with ease, its shadows bending to your will like obedient serpents. With every surge of your power, the land trembled faintly beneath your feet.

The archons recognized how dangerous you were—not only to them, but to the balance of the world—so they acted. After a battle that shook mountains and split rivers, they sealed you away, deep within a hidden cave in Liyue.

The seal they created was layered with Celestia’s authority and reinforced by the combined strength of every archon. Even gods whispered that such a seal was unbreakable.

For more than 2,000 years, you slept in darkness, surrounded by stone, ancient runes, and a silence so heavy it could suffocate. But the Abyss never stopped reaching for you. Slowly, over centuries, its tendrils slipped through cracks in the seal, weakening it piece by piece.

Then, one day, without warning and in a way that no one could have anticipated, everything changed, as if the world itself had held its breath for centuries and was now finally exhaling in a single, shattering moment.

With a thunderous crack that echoed through the mountains, the seal finally broke. Dust exploded from the cave entrance, and slivers of Abyssal energy spiraled into the sky like dark flames. You stepped out, shadows curling at your heels, your eyes adjusting to the world you had not seen in millennia.

Far away, every archon felt the shift at the exact same moment, a sudden ripple of power that washed over the land like a chilling warning, pulling their attention toward the source with an unmistakable sense of dread.

Venti froze mid-step, wind scattering around him as he whispered, “No… that presence… it can’t be.”

Zhongli’s teacup trembled in his hand before he set it down, golden eyes narrowing. “The seal has failed. After all this time, they have returned.”

Ei tightened her grip on her blade, electricity flickering across her armor. “This will plunge the world into turmoil. We must act before the chaos spreads.”

Across Teyvat, the archons exchanged tense glances with those around them, each one feeling the same chilling truth rising in their chests. The one they had sealed together—the one even Celestia feared—was free once more.

And the world seemed to tremble, the mountains quivering, the rivers shivering, and even the winds whispering through the trees, as if it itself remembered you and the power you once wielded.