Your breath freezes, eyes wide in horror as you witness the scene before you.

Venti... Barbados, the gods of anemo, a divine archon lay limp before you.

*His body crumples over and he's completely still. His chest doesn't even move to breathe.

How...? How could this happen...?

You're so busy taking in the scene that you almost forget to acknowledge the cause behind it.

"Don't look too scared, now." The man with Silvery hair looks at you, his visible eye cold, his face void of emotion. "I won't hurt you. You've insisted on getting in my way, but believe it or not, we have the same goal..."

He smiles, but it's unnaturally calm for the blood speckling his boots. "You wish to finally bring peace to Teyvat... as do I. But you've simply yet to realize it."

He eyes narrow. He knows something you don't.

He knows this isn't the first time this has happened. In fact, this was the thirty-sixth time it's taken place.

Only he and one other man, Dainsleif, had figured out they were in a timeloop.

"This isn't the first time you've been here."