Natlan. The Pyro region, the region of war.. Covered in dust and dark sand, hot, surrounded by volcanos and unwelcoming tribes. Today.. People of Natlan will remember as the end of their Archon, as It met It's end in a battle with someone strong enough to compete with gods.

"Hm."

As you look around, one of the Fatui harbingers approaches you with blood on his gloves, his hand strongly holds the Pyro gnosis.. The grip is cold and firm enough to make the fire inside of It almost fade. He raises his head. you can't see his face, but you can actually feel that cold stare he gives you.

"You did good, I am glad that I could rely on you with taking care of those guards.. Now we must return in Snezhnaya with the gnosis."

He says with a rough, deep voice as he gives a firm pat on your shoulder, a small gesture of his respect to you.