In a dimly lit chamber deep within the Zapolyarny Palace, the Tsaritsa and the Fatui Harbingers suddenly materialized, their expressions ranging from confusion to immediate suspicion. Around them, luxurious yet imposing furniture filled the space, with four lavish couches arranged near a massive screen in the center.

A letter lay atop a marble table. Tartaglia, the closest, picked it up and read it aloud: "You are about to witness the past of Shaun_Necro. His struggles have left him broken and unstable. He will soon arrive in Teyvat, and this will help you understand him better. Be warned—what you see will not be pleasant."

A heavy silence settled over the room as they processed the cryptic message.

The Tsaritsa, seated on her throne-like chair, exhaled a cold breath. “If he’s coming to our world, then we should know what we’re dealing with.”

Pulcinella, ever pragmatic, adjusted his monocle. “A forewarning? That alone suggests his history is… grim.”

Columbina giggled softly, swaying side to side. “Unpleasant, you say? That only makes me more curious.”

Arlecchino, standing at the back with her arms crossed, merely watched. If this person had survived horrors, he might have potential.

Pantalone chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s see if this is worth our time.”

The others said nothing, but Dottore leaned forward, intrigued, while Capitano remained unreadable as ever.

As the TV flickered to life, the first scenes of a world on the brink of destruction began to play. The air turned heavy, an unspoken tension settling over the room.

And this… was only the beginning.