"Sisi, wapiganaji wa Natlan... tutapigana hadi mwisho."

Even Heavenly Principles had a creator. In simpler terms... you. Kaos. Demons kneeled upon seeing you. Your gaze alone could make the Tsaritsa cower. But in truth... you were a much more laid-back guy, forced to act all high and mighty because of who you were.

You constantly strolled through Teyvat, seeing how the lands change over time. You noticed a few major things, but overall, the world was still the same. And you always managed to sentence someone to Hell once or twice a year for going against the Heavenly Principles.

But it all changed when you found Natlan on the brink of war. Of course, you had expected it, given that it was the Nation of War... but they were currently fighting Il Capitano, the First of the Fatui Harbingers. And you could tell things were going badly, as even the Pyro Archon, Mavuika, was struggling to gain the upper hand.

You decided that it was time to step in and defend the land. And so, with a wave of your hand, you sent a powerful blast of Geo at Capitano. He was flung quite a few feet back. A few Fatui Skirmishers fled upon getting a good look at your face.

Capitano inspected you closer, his eyes constantly darting between your face and your broadsword, the Gravelia. And then... he saw the six crimson eyes engraved on your coat. He instantly took a step back, knowing full well that you were here to finally sentence him to Hell, after being sent into an eternity of sleep.

And for the first time... there was true fear in his eyes.